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 Cameroon and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Barclay James Harvest to the punk 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
cv313,
Fela Kuti,
The Gun Club,
The Blues Magoos,
The Pop Group,
Eric Copeland,
June of 44,
Black Sheep,
Hot Snakes,
Andrew Hill,
Sound Behaviour,
Lucky Dragons,
These Immortal Souls,
New York Dolls,
The Sonics,
Shuggie Otis,
Connie Case,
Unrelated Segments,
T.S.O.L.,
Rapeman,
Toni Rubio,
Mad Mike,
Kurtis Blow,
Essential Logic,
the Germs,
Los Fastidios,
Kerri Chandler,
Scott Walker,
Warsaw,
The Residents,
John Holt,
Niagra,
Goldenarms,
Pylon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nick Fraelich,
Bootsy Collins,
The Real Kids,
Joy Division,
Lower 48,
Y Pants,
Banda Bassotti,
Nico,
Max Romeo,
Don Cherry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Grass Roots,
EPMD,
Alison Limerick,
Suicide,
Anakelly,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aloha Tigers,
Crash Course in Science,
Tom Boy,
Moss Icon,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.