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 Slovenia and from Tokyo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Todd Rundgren to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
10cc,
Be Bop Deluxe,
EPMD,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Vogues,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-Ray Spex,
David Bowie,
Robert Görl,
Black Moon,
Mad Mike,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scientists,
Sun Ra,
Visage,
Chris Corsano,
Public Enemy,
Ultra Naté,
DJ Sneak,
New Age Steppers,
Scion,
H. Thieme,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dead Boys,
John Holt,
Swell Maps,
Judy Mowatt,
Mo-Dettes,
Vainqueur,
David Axelrod,
Soft Cell,
Joey Negro,
The Walker Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
Absolute Body Control,
Q and Not U,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Beau Brummels,
Patti Smith,
New Order,
James White and The Blacks,
Interpol,
Crime,
Model 500,
Cymande,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Glenn Branca,
Urselle,
The Doors,
Moss Icon,
The Residents,
the Soft Cell,
Gang of Four,
Minutemen,
The Smiths,
Angry Samoans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.