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 Vanuatu 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 Mo-Dettes 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
The Golliwogs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Man Parrish,
The Fuzztones,
The Misunderstood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
The Standells,
Lou Reed,
Loose Ends,
Japan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ten City,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deakin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Interpol,
Essential Logic,
Suicide,
Black Moon,
Rapeman,
Desert Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lyres,
Junior Murvin,
X-101,
Arthur Verocai,
Clear Light,
Danielle Patucci,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Five Americans,
Moss Icon,
Marshall Jefferson,
FM Einheit,
Zero Boys,
B.T. Express,
Rod Modell,
The Vogues,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Agitation Free,
Electric Prunes,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Hood,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hoover,
Khruangbin,
The United States of America,
Roxette,
The Black Dice,
Mad Mike,
Sonic Youth,
Basic Channel,
Brothers Johnson,
Agent Orange,
John Foxx,
X-Ray Spex,
Pylon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
China Crisis,
Terry Callier,
The Fugs,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.