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 Equatorial Guinea and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Liliput to the funk 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Intrusion,
Sonic Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Steve Hackett,
Roxy Music,
Aaron Thompson,
Pulsallama,
La Düsseldorf,
Morten Harket,
Basic Channel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aural Exciters,
LL Cool J,
The Walker Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
Arthur Verocai,
Cybotron,
Silicon Teens,
Cluster,
Swans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Technova,
Lower 48,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Beau Brummels,
Public Image Ltd.,
DJ Sneak,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moby Grape,
Crime,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thompson Twins,
The Moleskins,
Pere Ubu,
The Durutti Column,
The Divine Comedy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Japan,
Fad Gadget,
Howard Jones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Maurizio,
Bootsy Collins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Qualms,
KRS-One,
Cal Tjader,
Accadde A,
The Music Machine,
cv313,
Radiohead,
D'Angelo,
DNA,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Evens,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Remains,
R.M.O.,
Robert Hood,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.