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 Norway and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sister Nancy to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Thee Headcoats,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grey Daturas,
June Days,
Maleditus Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Görl,
The Blues Magoos,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Last Poets,
Josef K,
Warsaw,
Bang On A Can,
Magma,
The Smiths,
Rosa Yemen,
Laurel Aitken,
a-ha,
CMW,
Marc Almond,
Massinfluence,
Peter and Kerry,
Mr. Review,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dave Gahan,
Ice-T,
The Residents,
Bad Manners,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Byrd,
Cameo,
The Gories,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Duran Duran,
Bill Wells,
John Foxx,
Barrington Levy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moby Grape,
Lightning Bolt,
Rapeman,
Schoolly D,
kango's stein massive,
Barry Ungar,
Babytalk,
Cybotron,
Oblivians,
In Retrospect,
Black Bananas,
The Trojans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Reagan Youth,
Todd Terry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yaz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.