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 Qatar 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Technova to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Busters,
The Beau Brummels,
The Divine Comedy,
Scion,
The Residents,
Laurel Aitken,
Big Daddy Kane,
Zero Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun City Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Faraquet,
Roger Hodgson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Patti Smith,
Scan 7,
Black Moon,
Organ,
Deepchord,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sound,
Radiohead,
The Selecter,
Minor Threat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Byron Stingily,
Minutemen,
Young Marble Giants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nils Olav,
Hoover,
Sällskapet,
Wally Richardson,
Amazonics,
Jeff Lynne,
The Remains,
Babytalk,
Sixth Finger,
KRS-One,
Lakeside,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stetsasonic,
Swell Maps,
Crime,
Bang On A Can,
Con Funk Shun,
Derrick May,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rod Modell,
Quando Quango,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DJ Style,
Kevin Saunderson,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fuzztones,
Sight & Sound,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.