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 Czech Republic and from Paris.
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 Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Prince Buster to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
the Germs,
Urselle,
DJ Sneak,
Quadrant,
Shoche,
Smog,
Scion,
Colin Newman,
Matthew Bourne,
Carl Craig,
Rufus Thomas,
the Sonics,
Peter and Kerry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Techniques,
Interpol,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Main Source,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cecil Taylor,
Sugar Minott,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arcadia,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chrome,
Deadbeat,
Brand Nubian,
Todd Terry,
Eurythmics,
LL Cool J,
Depeche Mode,
Sex Pistols,
June of 44,
John Coltrane,
Minor Threat,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun City Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joy Division,
The Flesh Eaters,
Talk Talk,
Patti Smith,
Buzzcocks,
In Retrospect,
Crooked Eye,
Boredoms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Faraquet,
Dark Day,
Vainqueur,
Bluetip,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Velvet Underground,
Joey Negro,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Sheep,
Darondo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.