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 Angola and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mr. Review to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
New York Dolls,
Von Mondo,
Peter & Gordon,
The Seeds,
June of 44,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brass Construction,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quadrant,
The Skatalites,
Ituana,
Suburban Knight,
Scott Walker,
Terry Callier,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Swans,
The Slackers,
Los Fastidios,
Marmalade,
The Fugs,
Bronski Beat,
ABC,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Panda Bear,
R.M.O.,
Basic Channel,
Steve Hackett,
Ossler,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flash Fearless,
Monolake,
Marcia Griffiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Motorama,
the Normal,
The Music Machine,
Babytalk,
The Electric Prunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Saints,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Masters at Work,
Maleditus Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Byron Stingily,
T.S.O.L.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Sheep,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Starr,
Bush Tetras,
Eric B and Rakim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Animal Collective,
the Bar-Kays,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Throbbing Gristle,
Reagan Youth,
Scan 7,
Unrelated Segments,
Davy DMX,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.