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 Antigua and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Sherman,
Henry Cow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Monolake,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tomorrow,
Black Pus,
Yazoo,
Sandy B,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fluxion,
Harmonia,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Wyatt,
Max Romeo,
KRS-One,
Rekid,
Dennis Brown,
Jacques Brel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Schoolly D,
Camouflage,
David Axelrod,
Accadde A,
Andrew Hill,
Barrington Levy,
Byron Stingily,
Juan Atkins,
Warsaw,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Human League,
Scratch Acid,
Main Source,
The Fuzztones,
The Associates,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quadrant,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kurtis Blow,
Fad Gadget,
Hot Snakes,
Delta 5,
Alphaville,
Japan,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Barracudas,
Mandrill,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Index,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kaleidoscope,
The Saints,
the Association,
Moby Grape,
Lou Christie,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.