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 Georgia and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 PIL to the dance 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Anthony Braxton,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ituana,
The Evens,
Flash Fearless,
The Raincoats,
Skriet,
Kurtis Blow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Doors,
Deadbeat,
Bauhaus,
Tubeway Army,
Archie Shepp,
Rhythm & Sound,
Technova,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hoover,
New Order,
Leonard Cohen,
Quantec,
Stereo Dub,
Trumans Water,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chrome,
The Techniques,
Porter Ricks,
the Association,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Coltrane,
Interpol,
Pagans,
Marmalade,
Liliput,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David McCallum,
Mad Mike,
Banda Bassotti,
Unwound,
Infiniti,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter & Gordon,
Joensuu 1685,
Mantronix,
The Litter,
Andrew Hill,
The Skatalites,
Intrusion,
Wally Richardson,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Donny Hathaway,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deepchord,
The Seeds,
Clear Light,
Pussy Galore,
The Trojans,
Eric Dolphy,
Flipper,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.