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 India and from Houston.
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 Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 X-102 to the funk 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Outsiders,
James White and The Blacks,
Maurizio,
The Dirtbombs,
Blake Baxter,
Piero Umiliani,
Moebius,
Theoretical Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Alton Ellis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan,
The Star Department,
Jacob Miller,
Crime,
The Associates,
Tubeway Army,
The Sound,
Slave,
Black Flag,
Excepter,
Accadde A,
Cecil Taylor,
Thee Headcoats,
Ice-T,
Hasil Adkins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hardrive,
Monks,
Maleditus Sound,
Moby Grape,
Make Up,
Whodini,
Nils Olav,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Livin' Joy,
Kenny Larkin,
Simply Red,
Pagans,
Pere Ubu,
June Days,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
Flipper,
Babytalk,
T.S.O.L.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Television Personalities,
Siglo XX,
Sugar Minott,
Aswad,
Agent Orange,
Vladislav Delay,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cluster,
Quando Quango,
Au Pairs,
U.S. Maple,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.