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 Hungary and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Ronnie Foster,
Popol Vuh,
The Modern Lovers,
Rakim,
48th St. Collective,
Hoover,
Essential Logic,
Barbara Tucker,
Young Marble Giants,
kango's stein massive,
Royal Trux,
Circle Jerks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Subhumans,
Juan Atkins,
KRS-One,
ABBA,
Heaven 17,
Blossom Toes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fire Engines,
The Detroit Cobras,
Suicide,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DJ Style,
Guru Guru,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sonic Youth,
The Gun Club,
Dual Sessions,
Dark Day,
Scratch Acid,
Kayak,
Minor Threat,
Warren Ellis,
Franke,
Sound Behaviour,
Desert Stars,
Supertramp,
Roger Hodgson,
Gichy Dan,
Minnie Riperton,
K-Klass,
Pussy Galore,
Soulsonic Force,
8 Eyed Spy,
Isaac Hayes,
Faust,
Magma,
Man Eating Sloth,
Spandau Ballet,
Harry Pussy,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Byrd,
UT,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Max Romeo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aswad,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.