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 Chad and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Flag to the rock 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fortunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Wake,
The Busters,
Babytalk,
the Swans,
Yellowson,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Todd Rundgren,
Colin Newman,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Byrd,
Barry Ungar,
F. McDonald,
Delon & Dalcan,
Talk Talk,
Masters at Work,
Procol Harum,
Drexciya,
Pussy Galore,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tears for Fears,
Groovy Waters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gabor Szabo,
Television,
Radio Birdman,
Soulsonic Force,
Echospace,
The Martian,
The Evens,
Glenn Branca,
Kurtis Blow,
The Motions,
Soft Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Cluster,
the Normal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blancmange,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
PIL,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Morten Harket,
Kaleidoscope,
Motorama,
Black Bananas,
Ponytail,
Black Flag,
Blossom Toes,
Monolake,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rhythm & Sound,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.