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 Cambodia and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Jandek to the jazz 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Red Krayola,
The Trojans,
Easy Going,
The Walker Brothers,
Model 500,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grey Daturas,
The Sound,
Flipper,
The Associates,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mars,
Franke,
Pylon,
The J.B.'s,
Unwound,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Sherman,
The Move,
Skaos,
Man Parrish,
June of 44,
The Wake,
Newcleus,
Isaac Hayes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Popol Vuh,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The New Christs,
The Dead C,
Stereo Dub,
Chrome,
David Bowie,
Godley & Creme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ronnie Foster,
Reuben Wilson,
Pere Ubu,
Index,
The Music Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gabor Szabo,
Kaleidoscope,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pulsallama,
Scratch Acid,
Fad Gadget,
Eric Copeland,
Graham Central Station,
Byron Stingily,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Piero Umiliani,
Pantaleimon,
The Durutti Column,
Jeff Mills,
Quantec,
Shoche,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.