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 Somalia 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Jeff Mills,
Swans,
John Holt,
Black Flag,
Janne Schatter,
John Lydon,
Quando Quango,
Lightning Bolt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Make Up,
Ronan,
The Index,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lucky Dragons,
the Normal,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boredoms,
The Moody Blues,
Mandrill,
Whodini,
Nico,
Tubeway Army,
Funkadelic,
Mars,
The Fortunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Livin' Joy,
Crooked Eye,
Soul II Soul,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skarface,
Reuben Wilson,
The Red Krayola,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chris Corsano,
Bang On A Can,
Piero Umiliani,
Alison Limerick,
Scratch Acid,
Eric Dolphy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cybotron,
Lakeside,
Boz Scaggs,
Interpol,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roxy Music,
Todd Terry,
Cluster,
Can,
The Fuzztones,
Pierre Henry,
Max Romeo,
X-101,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.