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 Bolivia and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Scratch Acid to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Pylon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Human League,
the Bar-Kays,
The Trojans,
Boredoms,
La Düsseldorf,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tom Boy,
The Gun Club,
Black Bananas,
Reuben Wilson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fortunes,
Bob Dylan,
Mr. Review,
Swell Maps,
The Monochrome Set,
Yaz,
Godley & Creme,
Monolake,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Zeros,
U.S. Maple,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Heaven 17,
Terry Callier,
Basic Channel,
The Pop Group,
cv313,
Sarah Menescal,
The Birthday Party,
Television,
a-ha,
Niagra,
Brass Construction,
Ultra Naté,
Iggy Pop,
Organ,
the Human League,
The Evens,
The Fugs,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fall,
Harry Pussy,
Tropical Tobacco,
EPMD,
Dave Gahan,
John Lydon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tres Demented,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Reagan Youth,
Ituana,
Jawbox,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Graham Central Station,
Pussy Galore,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.