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 Croatia and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Bill Wells,
The Seeds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lower 48,
Yaz,
Eden Ahbez,
Piero Umiliani,
The Barracudas,
The Gun Club,
Stereo Dub,
Deepchord,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The New Christs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sixth Finger,
Big Daddy Kane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Groovy Waters,
The Litter,
Eve St. Jones,
H. Thieme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brothers Johnson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Five Americans,
Todd Rundgren,
Thompson Twins,
The Angels of Light,
Whodini,
Motorama,
Skaos,
UT,
Ultra Naté,
Reagan Youth,
DNA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grey Daturas,
Khruangbin,
Albert Ayler,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Suburban Knight,
Stetsasonic,
June of 44,
Boredoms,
Excepter,
Leonard Cohen,
Brick,
cv313,
Aaron Thompson,
Pylon,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Electric Prunes,
F. McDonald,
Negative Approach,
Royal Trux,
The Sound,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.