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 Korea South and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the organ 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 Boredoms to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
L. Decosne,
Amon Düül II,
Blake Baxter,
Wire,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soul Sonic Force,
Monolake,
Lungfish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Blues Magoos,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crooked Eye,
LL Cool J,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeff Mills,
Sam Rivers,
The Zeros,
Circle Jerks,
Shoche,
Parry Music,
JFA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fuzztones,
Accadde A,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Görl,
Babytalk,
the Association,
David McCallum,
The Mummies,
Suburban Knight,
The Golliwogs,
The Star Department,
Gerry Rafferty,
Television Personalities,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Livin' Joy,
Jacques Brel,
Ronan,
Half Japanese,
These Immortal Souls,
Pierre Henry,
Agent Orange,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yellowson,
Surgeon,
The Dirtbombs,
Freddie Wadling,
The Seeds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cure,
The Slits,
Janne Schatter,
Motorama,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pulsallama,
Zapp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.