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 Japan and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Evens to the dance 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Interpol,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Accadde A,
Fad Gadget,
Tom Boy,
Smog,
New Age Steppers,
The Knickerbockers,
Brothers Johnson,
Skriet,
Fela Kuti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
LL Cool J,
The Saints,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Pretty Things,
Eden Ahbez,
Reuben Wilson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mr. Review,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fire Engines,
Rod Modell,
Joe Smooth,
Ludus,
Simply Red,
Altered Images,
Steve Hackett,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lakeside,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Inner City,
Lungfish,
Lightning Bolt,
Mantronix,
Main Source,
Joyce Sims,
The Birthday Party,
The Gun Club,
Crispy Ambulance,
Au Pairs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Buzzcocks,
Jandek,
The Modern Lovers,
John Holt,
The Pop Group,
X-101,
Vladislav Delay,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
JFA,
Deadbeat,
Dennis Brown,
Depeche Mode,
R.M.O.,
The Invisible,
Boredoms,
Ronan,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.