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 Benin and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Arab on Radar to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Hasil Adkins,
Kas Product,
Flipper,
Sight & Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Simply Red,
Gong,
Tim Buckley,
Amon Düül,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harmonia,
Don Cherry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Motorama,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Erykah Badu,
Gang of Four,
Bluetip,
Au Pairs,
Camouflage,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Massinfluence,
Agitation Free,
The Monochrome Set,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Association,
Gil Scott Heron,
UT,
Boz Scaggs,
Surgeon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Moon,
Stereo Dub,
Eden Ahbez,
Tropical Tobacco,
Maleditus Sound,
JFA,
Wire,
Pole,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Kinks,
The Barracudas,
Kerri Chandler,
The Invisible,
Minutemen,
DJ Style,
Marine Girls,
Scan 7,
Moebius,
Franke,
Byron Stingily,
Country Teasers,
Nico,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joyce Sims,
Skriet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Wyatt,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.