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 Jamaica and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eddi Front,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Von Mondo,
ABBA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bizarre Inc.,
DJ Sneak,
Maleditus Sound,
Mr. Review,
Harry Pussy,
Altered Images,
The Dead C,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joe Finger,
the Association,
Leonard Cohen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nils Olav,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Litter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Goldenarms,
Liliput,
Franke,
The Beau Brummels,
New York Dolls,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Move,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Electric Prunes,
The United States of America,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chris & Cosey,
Visage,
The Count Five,
Nico,
The Names,
The Selecter,
Patti Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
Animal Collective,
Los Fastidios,
Brass Construction,
Dead Boys,
Tomorrow,
The Kinks,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Trojans,
Panda Bear,
Monks,
Max Romeo,
Peter & Gordon,
Camouflage,
Scan 7,
Au Pairs,
The Doors,
Loose Ends,
Robert Wyatt,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.