Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mauritania and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Cecil Taylor to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Jacques Brel,
kango's stein massive,
T.S.O.L.,
John Cale,
Scrapy,
Animal Collective,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Accadde A,
ABBA,
Bootsy Collins,
Archie Shepp,
Albert Ayler,
Slick Rick,
Vladislav Delay,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Golliwogs,
Henry Cow,
Das Ding,
The Monochrome Set,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Todd Terry,
Carl Craig,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Derrick May,
Freddie Wadling,
The Saints,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stereo Dub,
Eric Copeland,
The Kinks,
Frankie Knuckles,
K-Klass,
Lou Christie,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ponytail,
Hasil Adkins,
Funkadelic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mars,
Brass Construction,
Von Mondo,
Cal Tjader,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Angels of Light,
Panda Bear,
Infiniti,
Matthew Bourne,
Index,
Minny Pops,
the Sonics,
Supertramp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cramps,
Babytalk,
E-Dancer,
Negative Approach,
Minutemen,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.