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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Rakim to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
This Heat,
Grauzone,
Toni Rubio,
Tim Buckley,
Lucky Dragons,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dead C,
John Foxx,
The Angels of Light,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lightning Bolt,
Roxy Music,
Marine Girls,
The Martian,
CMW,
Minny Pops,
Black Flag,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ronan,
Glenn Branca,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Monochrome Set,
Big Daddy Kane,
Saccharine Trust,
Smog,
U.S. Maple,
Reagan Youth,
Rites of Spring,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare,
Dark Day,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Monolake,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
PIL,
Visage,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Move,
Surgeon,
Neil Young,
Eli Mardock,
Wolf Eyes,
Joe Smooth,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Blues Magoos,
Sonny Sharrock,
Josef K,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Excepter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cluster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fugazi,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Buzzcocks,
Dorothy Ashby,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.