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 Indonesia and from Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Boredoms to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Heaven 17,
Oblivians,
Gong,
Minutemen,
Minor Threat,
Blossom Toes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aural Exciters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flipper,
The Golliwogs,
Reagan Youth,
The United States of America,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mojo Men,
Sam Rivers,
Isaac Hayes,
Kayak,
Radiohead,
Zero Boys,
Talk Talk,
Barrington Levy,
Quadrant,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Selecter,
Althea and Donna,
Letta Mbulu,
Country Teasers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skriet,
These Immortal Souls,
The Vogues,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soulsonic Force,
Nirvana,
PIL,
The Divine Comedy,
Man Parrish,
The Victims,
AZ,
Second Layer,
Joy Division,
Groovy Waters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joensuu 1685,
Sugar Minott,
Banda Bassotti,
Organ,
The Misunderstood,
Nils Olav,
Surgeon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-102,
Fad Gadget,
Matthew Halsall,
The Red Krayola,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.