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 China and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Don Cherry to the techno 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terrestrial Tones,
Agitation Free,
Lee Hazlewood,
Babytalk,
Brass Construction,
Dual Sessions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Blues Magoos,
Echospace,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chrome,
The Divine Comedy,
Kerri Chandler,
Country Teasers,
Organ,
The Smiths,
John Cale,
New Order,
Shoche,
Absolute Body Control,
Qualms,
Rekid,
Dave Gahan,
Dark Day,
Joensuu 1685,
Eden Ahbez,
Grey Daturas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Starr,
The Red Krayola,
The Real Kids,
Crooked Eye,
Quantec,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sound Behaviour,
Josef K,
Ronnie Foster,
The Names,
ABBA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Seeds,
Ornette Coleman,
Aural Exciters,
Pantaleimon,
Bang On A Can,
Jeff Lynne,
Tres Demented,
The Moody Blues,
Schoolly D,
Harmonia,
The Count Five,
Outsiders,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soft Cell,
In Retrospect,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crime,
the Association,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.