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 India and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 Sex Pistols 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rekid,
Bronski Beat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deakin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Womack,
LL Cool J,
Depeche Mode,
Spandau Ballet,
Scrapy,
Nico,
Zapp,
ABBA,
Eve St. Jones,
Tomorrow,
Letta Mbulu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Funky Four + One,
Roy Ayers,
Boz Scaggs,
Pere Ubu,
Hasil Adkins,
The Tremeloes,
Dave Gahan,
Arab on Radar,
Crime,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cure,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Divine Comedy,
Marcia Griffiths,
China Crisis,
Grauzone,
Sister Nancy,
The Human League,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vainqueur,
Basic Channel,
Wolf Eyes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Wake,
AZ,
Howard Jones,
Alice Coltrane,
10cc,
Gang Starr,
the Human League,
Pagans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Electric Prunes,
Guru Guru,
Fat Boys,
John Cale,
MC5,
Deepchord,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ken Boothe,
Arcadia,
Severed Heads,
X-Ray Spex,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.