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 Ethiopia and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 AZ to the punk 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
The Sound,
Monolake,
Masters at Work,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Black Dice,
Jesper Dahlback,
Darondo,
Cluster,
Bobby Womack,
Soulsonic Force,
Tom Boy,
Angry Samoans,
Y Pants,
Todd Rundgren,
Lungfish,
The Standells,
Lucky Dragons,
The United States of America,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Freddie Wadling,
Nick Fraelich,
Make Up,
The Shadows of Knight,
Suicide,
Tubeway Army,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
One Last Wish,
the Normal,
Underground Resistance,
Blancmange,
Scrapy,
Sparks,
Black Flag,
Lee Hazlewood,
Popol Vuh,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hoover,
The Zeros,
Aswad,
X-102,
Tears for Fears,
Wolf Eyes,
Khruangbin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Section 25,
Fluxion,
Quando Quango,
Model 500,
Jawbox,
Porter Ricks,
Mark Hollis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dead Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amazonics,
Barbara Tucker,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soul II Soul,
The Stooges,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.