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 Eritrea and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Supertramp to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Panda Bear,
Blake Baxter,
Nirvana,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Smiths,
Pulsallama,
Crooked Eye,
Boogie Down Productions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Motorama,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Albert Ayler,
the Germs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Magma,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cluster,
Circle Jerks,
Aswad,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Prince Buster,
The Toasters,
Metal Thangz,
Todd Rundgren,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dennis Brown,
X-Ray Spex,
Malaria!,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blancmange,
Technova,
This Heat,
Bill Near,
Porter Ricks,
Wasted Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sex Pistols,
Janne Schatter,
June of 44,
The Divine Comedy,
EPMD,
One Last Wish,
DJ Style,
Robert Hood,
The New Christs,
JFA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Black Dice,
Piero Umiliani,
The Remains,
Ossler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Association,
Franke,
Surgeon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cameo,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.