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 the UAE and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jerry's Kids to the electroclash 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
The Litter,
Bob Dylan,
Black Bananas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Names,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed,
Minny Pops,
Don Cherry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-101,
Brick,
Marvin Gaye,
The Selecter,
Sam Rivers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boredoms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chris Corsano,
Lakeside,
the Slits,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeff Lynne,
Porter Ricks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Shuggie Otis,
Pulsallama,
Los Fastidios,
Tommy Roe,
Mr. Review,
Rakim,
Essential Logic,
The Tremeloes,
Buzzcocks,
Eli Mardock,
The Wake,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Görl,
The Trojans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Leonard Cohen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Offenders,
Graham Central Station,
Easy Going,
Crispian St. Peters,
June Days,
Banda Bassotti,
The Residents,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bill Near,
Fatback Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Scion,
MDC,
Sixth Finger,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.