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 Albania and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Residents to the jazz 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Rod Modell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Don Cherry,
Royal Trux,
DNA,
the Germs,
Surgeon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sparks,
The Skatalites,
The Associates,
The Index,
Idris Muhammad,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crash Course in Science,
D'Angelo,
Lyres,
Cal Tjader,
Eve St. Jones,
Fear,
Amazonics,
Sam Rivers,
Fat Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Underground Resistance,
Fatback Band,
B.T. Express,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Spandau Ballet,
Sugar Minott,
the Fania All-Stars,
Negative Approach,
Japan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flipper,
Quando Quango,
The Birthday Party,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Al Stewart,
Rhythm & Sound,
T. Rex,
U.S. Maple,
The Electric Prunes,
The Smiths,
Whodini,
Sandy B,
The Evens,
Interpol,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hasil Adkins,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cowsills,
K-Klass,
Outsiders,
The Count Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stereo Dub,
Tres Demented,
Mars,
Peter and Kerry,
Lalann,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.