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 Sri Lanka and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Charles Mingus to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
FM Einheit,
Max Romeo,
DJ Sneak,
Skriet,
Crash Course in Science,
Deepchord,
The Mummies,
Electric Prunes,
The Gladiators,
CMW,
Little Man,
Soft Cell,
Dawn Penn,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Circle Jerks,
Ponytail,
Wasted Youth,
Y Pants,
Qualms,
Pierre Henry,
The Saints,
Rekid,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pantaleimon,
Sam Rivers,
Scratch Acid,
The Victims,
Jandek,
The Toasters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Moody Blues,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boz Scaggs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Charles Mingus,
Peter and Kerry,
Quadrant,
Easy Going,
Black Sheep,
Underground Resistance,
Joe Finger,
Section 25,
The Fall,
The Invisible,
Tres Demented,
Q and Not U,
Trumans Water,
Camberwell Now,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dennis Brown,
Chrome,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
Piero Umiliani,
Agitation Free,
Ice-T,
Delon & Dalcan,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.