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 Uruguay and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bobby Womack to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Charles Mingus,
Sun Ra,
Skarface,
X-Ray Spex,
Sister Nancy,
Jacques Brel,
Byron Stingily,
F. McDonald,
The Zeros,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Womack,
The Gap Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Echospace,
48th St. Collective,
Davy DMX,
The Gladiators,
The Move,
Fear,
The Young Rascals,
Von Mondo,
Mission of Burma,
Royal Trux,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Idris Muhammad,
Throbbing Gristle,
Q and Not U,
Peter & Gordon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barry Ungar,
Television,
Nirvana,
The Last Poets,
Soul Sonic Force,
Technova,
Leonard Cohen,
Bad Manners,
Isaac Hayes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Unrelated Segments,
Animal Collective,
Excepter,
Bluetip,
Soulsonic Force,
Lucky Dragons,
The Selecter,
The Saints,
Das Ding,
Fad Gadget,
Peter and Kerry,
Gichy Dan,
Sun City Girls,
Ten City,
Arcadia,
Moby Grape,
Agitation Free,
Mad Mike,
Dual Sessions,
Aaron Thompson,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.