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 China and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Cramps to the dance 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
The Invisible,
The Names,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ohio Players,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric Copeland,
Marvin Gaye,
Babytalk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Matthew Bourne,
Toni Rubio,
Royal Trux,
Judy Mowatt,
In Retrospect,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cramps,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
D'Angelo,
Pierre Henry,
Delta 5,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Hood,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nirvana,
The Litter,
Essential Logic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fela Kuti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lightning Bolt,
Grauzone,
La Düsseldorf,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blancmange,
The Standells,
Sam Rivers,
Monolake,
The Vogues,
Skriet,
Leonard Cohen,
Hot Snakes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gladiators,
Darondo,
Gabor Szabo,
Mad Mike,
Scientists,
MDC,
Sexual Harrassment,
Young Marble Giants,
Fluxion,
Technova,
DJ Style,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.