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 Norway and from Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the punk 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yellowson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bronski Beat,
Sarah Menescal,
Howard Jones,
UT,
Procol Harum,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pagans,
Lucky Dragons,
Infiniti,
Absolute Body Control,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Evens,
Rakim,
DJ Style,
The Cure,
Vainqueur,
Metal Thangz,
Rod Modell,
Flamin' Groovies,
U.S. Maple,
Vladislav Delay,
ABC,
Monolake,
Popol Vuh,
The Gladiators,
Eric B and Rakim,
AZ,
Rotary Connection,
The Pretty Things,
JFA,
The Young Rascals,
Minutemen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tim Buckley,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Derrick Morgan,
The Martian,
The Birthday Party,
David Bowie,
Reagan Youth,
E-Dancer,
Country Teasers,
Eden Ahbez,
Basic Channel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tommy Roe,
Nik Kershaw,
The Velvet Underground,
The Searchers,
Neu!,
Idris Muhammad,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Spoonie Gee,
Sugar Minott,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.