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 Switzerland and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Icehouse to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Rites of Spring,
Pussy Galore,
The Techniques,
Reagan Youth,
Porter Ricks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barry Ungar,
Ituana,
Hasil Adkins,
Soul II Soul,
Fluxion,
Saccharine Trust,
Aural Exciters,
Deakin,
Jawbox,
Ten City,
Bill Wells,
Vainqueur,
Sun City Girls,
LL Cool J,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Neon Judgement,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ken Boothe,
Metal Thangz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radiohead,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rotary Connection,
Piero Umiliani,
FM Einheit,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thee Headcoats,
Q and Not U,
Flamin' Groovies,
Average White Band,
a-ha,
T. Rex,
Arab on Radar,
This Heat,
The Leaves,
The Slackers,
the Bar-Kays,
June Days,
The Seeds,
Sarah Menescal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brothers Johnson,
the Soft Cell,
Yusef Lateef,
The Modern Lovers,
Dennis Brown,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Prince Buster,
World's Most,
New York Dolls,
10cc,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.