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 Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Surgeon to the electroclash 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Gastr Del Sol,
Carl Craig,
Procol Harum,
The Angels of Light,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Görl,
Stereo Dub,
Sparks,
Lou Reed,
The Velvet Underground,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crime,
Au Pairs,
Pere Ubu,
Rapeman,
The Star Department,
Donald Byrd,
Sugar Minott,
The Last Poets,
Neil Young,
Josef K,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terrestrial Tones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Normal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harpers Bizarre,
Faust,
Bill Near,
Radiohead,
Cameo,
James White and The Blacks,
Loose Ends,
Lightning Bolt,
Minnie Riperton,
John Foxx,
B.T. Express,
Johnny Clarke,
E-Dancer,
Freddie Wadling,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-101,
Funky Four + One,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Residents,
Scientists,
Throbbing Gristle,
Symarip,
Supertramp,
Heaven 17,
Mo-Dettes,
Y Pants,
The United States of America,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fortunes,
The Selecter,
Robert Wyatt,
Smog,
The Mummies,
Section 25,
Derrick May,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.