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 Italy and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Clear Light to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joey Negro,
Connie Case,
New York Dolls,
Procol Harum,
Japan,
Moss Icon,
Marcia Griffiths,
DJ Style,
The Five Americans,
Nils Olav,
The Dead C,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Franke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Patti Smith,
The Names,
EPMD,
Morten Harket,
Davy DMX,
The Barracudas,
Bad Manners,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crispy Ambulance,
DNA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Flag,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rotary Connection,
Unrelated Segments,
Magma,
Prince Buster,
The Fortunes,
Spoonie Gee,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cymande,
Al Stewart,
Cheater Slicks,
Q and Not U,
Gang of Four,
Iggy Pop,
Smog,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tubeway Army,
The Martian,
Rekid,
Circle Jerks,
The United States of America,
The Tremeloes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joensuu 1685,
Barbara Tucker,
Rites of Spring,
The Beau Brummels,
Stetsasonic,
Los Fastidios,
Trumans Water,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bill Wells,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.