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 Seychelles and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 The Cowsills to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roxy Music,
Marc Almond,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Freddie Wadling,
Swans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Carl Craig,
Nas,
Lindisfarne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Can,
Television Personalities,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Count Five,
Monks,
Junior Murvin,
Juan Atkins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Organ,
The Blues Magoos,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Womack,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pulsallama,
the Soft Cell,
The Dirtbombs,
Glenn Branca,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deepchord,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stereo Dub,
R.M.O.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Five Americans,
Bluetip,
The Trojans,
New Order,
Visage,
Stetsasonic,
The Modern Lovers,
Agent Orange,
Young Marble Giants,
Rod Modell,
Motorama,
Television,
B.T. Express,
Dennis Brown,
Tim Buckley,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Misunderstood,
Funky Four + One,
The Names,
Sexual Harrassment,
Janne Schatter,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Doors,
Brick,
The Skatalites,
Au Pairs,
Rakim,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.