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 Albania and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Radiohead to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Marc Almond,
Inner City,
Albert Ayler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mr. Review,
Bootsy Collins,
Don Cherry,
Maleditus Sound,
Moss Icon,
The Velvet Underground,
Alice Coltrane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cymande,
Black Moon,
The Gladiators,
Sällskapet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Spandau Ballet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang of Four,
the Sonics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The United States of America,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eddi Front,
Parry Music,
The American Breed,
Sparks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Television Personalities,
Young Marble Giants,
Gabor Szabo,
Wolf Eyes,
Crash Course in Science,
Pet Shop Boys,
Smog,
Icehouse,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chris & Cosey,
Cecil Taylor,
June of 44,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Flag,
Arcadia,
John Cale,
Rhythm & Sound,
48th St. Collective,
The Mighty Diamonds,
F. McDonald,
One Last Wish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Essential Logic,
Mandrill,
Procol Harum,
Outsiders,
The Fall,
Scion,
Television,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.