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 Czech Republic and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 Silicon Teens to the crunk 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Saints,
Terry Callier,
H. Thieme,
Cheater Slicks,
Arab on Radar,
Leonard Cohen,
The Offenders,
The Last Poets,
Harmonia,
Mandrill,
Q and Not U,
Audionom,
Boredoms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wasted Youth,
Von Mondo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David Axelrod,
Junior Murvin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joey Negro,
kango's stein massive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fluxion,
Jimmy McGriff,
U.S. Maple,
Joe Smooth,
Eric Copeland,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fugazi,
Wolf Eyes,
Franke,
K-Klass,
Quantec,
Popol Vuh,
The Count Five,
Trumans Water,
The Associates,
Scott Walker,
Rekid,
Mad Mike,
Brand Nubian,
Scientists,
Sällskapet,
X-102,
Index,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Lydon,
Zero Boys,
The Slits,
Bill Near,
Grauzone,
Archie Shepp,
The Techniques,
China Crisis,
Agent Orange,
Alton Ellis,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.