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 Monaco and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the grunge 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Robert Hood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Starr,
Yazoo,
Ossler,
Peter and Kerry,
Kurtis Blow,
The Motions,
Bobby Byrd,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joyce Sims,
Japan,
Blancmange,
Spandau Ballet,
Negative Approach,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dennis Brown,
MC5,
Porter Ricks,
Flipper,
FM Einheit,
The Beau Brummels,
Fela Kuti,
Graham Central Station,
Pole,
Quadrant,
The Birthday Party,
Yellowson,
Roxy Music,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gap Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Patti Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fugs,
Young Marble Giants,
Eli Mardock,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Sherman,
Toni Rubio,
The Count Five,
Glenn Branca,
The Gladiators,
The Gories,
Supertramp,
Technova,
Robert Görl,
The Sonics,
Clear Light,
The Standells,
Piero Umiliani,
Qualms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arab on Radar,
Country Teasers,
Cluster,
Traffic Nightmare,
ABBA,
Bill Near,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.