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 Uganda 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Warren Ellis to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Mantronix,
the Swans,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Görl,
KRS-One,
Monolake,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gun Club,
David Axelrod,
The Five Americans,
ABC,
Crime,
Panda Bear,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oblivians,
The Count Five,
Sister Nancy,
The Knickerbockers,
The Golliwogs,
Newcleus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Drive Like Jehu,
Infiniti,
Matthew Bourne,
Al Stewart,
Eric B and Rakim,
Urselle,
Ten City,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Slave,
Pierre Henry,
Andrew Hill,
The Fire Engines,
Glenn Branca,
Ituana,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amazonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lightning Bolt,
The Last Poets,
K-Klass,
Terrestrial Tones,
Porter Ricks,
The Star Department,
Y Pants,
Soft Cell,
Pantytec,
Cheater Slicks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Lydon,
June of 44,
The Slits,
The Black Dice,
Flipper,
Aswad,
Throbbing Gristle,
Juan Atkins,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.