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 Spain and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Eric B and Rakim to the techno 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Quantec,
Robert Görl,
Cecil Taylor,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moebius,
Rakim,
The Human League,
The New Christs,
Rod Modell,
Tres Demented,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Toni Rubio,
Blake Baxter,
Suburban Knight,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Knickerbockers,
a-ha,
Freddie Wadling,
Swans,
The Fire Engines,
The Associates,
Slave,
The J.B.'s,
DJ Style,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dirtbombs,
The Buckinghams,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Juan Atkins,
Hasil Adkins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Unrelated Segments,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thompson Twins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Loose Ends,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amazonics,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare,
The Skatalites,
Ralphi Rosario,
Angry Samoans,
These Immortal Souls,
Q and Not U,
Camouflage,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bad Manners,
Lucky Dragons,
Section 25,
Livin' Joy,
Andrew Hill,
Dual Sessions,
PIL,
Gong,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fear,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.