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 Luxembourg and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Severed Heads to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
World's Most,
Scion,
Judy Mowatt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sam Rivers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Iggy Pop,
Quando Quango,
Lungfish,
Derrick May,
Suburban Knight,
Rotary Connection,
Sonic Youth,
The Cramps,
Ralphi Rosario,
Los Fastidios,
Television,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Real Kids,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
EPMD,
Technova,
Cybotron,
Todd Terry,
Maleditus Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quadrant,
Dawn Penn,
Connie Case,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soft Cell,
Steve Hackett,
Lyres,
Dave Gahan,
LL Cool J,
Nico,
Dark Day,
Talk Talk,
The Selecter,
Reuben Wilson,
T. Rex,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed,
Clear Light,
Ultra Naté,
Toni Rubio,
The Dead C,
The Mummies,
Peter and Kerry,
The Divine Comedy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Agent Orange,
The Young Rascals,
10cc,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Green,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.