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 Libya 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dead Boys to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Colin Newman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Franke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dead Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minutemen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sällskapet,
Andrew Hill,
Deadbeat,
Charles Mingus,
Barbara Tucker,
FM Einheit,
Minny Pops,
Howard Jones,
Outsiders,
Nick Fraelich,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bush Tetras,
Carl Craig,
Little Man,
Chris Corsano,
Rod Modell,
Young Marble Giants,
The Barracudas,
The Slackers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ossler,
Skriet,
Can,
Dave Gahan,
Sparks,
Jandek,
Lalo Schifrin,
Urselle,
the Bar-Kays,
The Martian,
K-Klass,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Görl,
Radio Birdman,
Fad Gadget,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pantytec,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skarface,
Barry Ungar,
Sun Ra,
Heaven 17,
Dark Day,
Slick Rick,
The Red Krayola,
Davy DMX,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lindisfarne,
Kerri Chandler,
Essential Logic,
Harry Pussy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Golliwogs,
Steve Hackett,
Barrington Levy,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.