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 Malawi and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the grunge 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Los Fastidios,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeff Lynne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Hood,
Spoonie Gee,
Brick,
June of 44,
The Busters,
Scratch Acid,
Susan Cadogan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Clear Light,
Bang On A Can,
Camberwell Now,
Slave,
The Slits,
Idris Muhammad,
Alice Coltrane,
Masters at Work,
Franke,
The Litter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Con Funk Shun,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amazonics,
Barry Ungar,
James White and The Blacks,
Y Pants,
Funkadelic,
Lyres,
The Wake,
Cecil Taylor,
MDC,
the Normal,
Youth Brigade,
Ludus,
The Leaves,
The Walker Brothers,
Gong,
Iggy Pop,
Porter Ricks,
Stetsasonic,
Royal Trux,
Mark Hollis,
Trumans Water,
PIL,
Nirvana,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Agitation Free,
Jimmy McGriff,
Johnny Clarke,
Gichy Dan,
DJ Sneak,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kaleidoscope,
Subhumans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marine Girls,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.