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 Norway and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wolf Eyes to the punk 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Nas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harmonia,
D'Angelo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Trojans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joe Smooth,
Model 500,
The Skatalites,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dead Boys,
Hashim,
EPMD,
Ponytail,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fortunes,
AZ,
the Slits,
The Motions,
Reuben Wilson,
Barbara Tucker,
The Real Kids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kas Product,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barrington Levy,
The Golliwogs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Evens,
Judy Mowatt,
Cybotron,
Au Pairs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sam Rivers,
Skaos,
Gichy Dan,
John Holt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Todd Rundgren,
Brothers Johnson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
LL Cool J,
Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
James White and The Blacks,
Maurizio,
Blancmange,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ten City,
These Immortal Souls,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Sheep,
Country Teasers,
Eden Ahbez,
Man Eating Sloth,
Q65,
Ornette Coleman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.