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 Tuvalu and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Bad Manners to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Brand Nubian,
the Swans,
Animal Collective,
The Music Machine,
Pole,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rakim,
The Gun Club,
Boredoms,
Joey Negro,
Barclay James Harvest,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dead C,
Mandrill,
Monolake,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Görl,
Inner City,
the Human League,
Sun Ra,
Excepter,
Funky Four + One,
Mad Mike,
Gang Starr,
Y Pants,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Pulsallama,
The Evens,
John Lydon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun City Girls,
Cal Tjader,
The Walker Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Babytalk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Severed Heads,
Todd Rundgren,
Sister Nancy,
David Bowie,
Gang of Four,
X-Ray Spex,
Supertramp,
Delta 5,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed,
The Modern Lovers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Happenings,
Bronski Beat,
World's Most,
The Last Poets,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gong,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare,
the Soft Cell,
Ultravox,
F. McDonald,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.