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 Slovakia 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Stooges to the rap 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Prince Buster,
The Human League,
Tim Buckley,
Alton Ellis,
Pagans,
Charles Mingus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Circle Jerks,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terry Callier,
Bill Wells,
Youth Brigade,
Peter & Gordon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sister Nancy,
a-ha,
Little Man,
The Searchers,
The Smiths,
Bluetip,
The Knickerbockers,
Rites of Spring,
X-101,
Monolake,
Pantaleimon,
10cc,
ABBA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Accadde A,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fat Boys,
Warsaw,
The American Breed,
Joey Negro,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sarah Menescal,
The Offenders,
Maleditus Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Arcadia,
Nils Olav,
Wasted Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Invisible,
The Techniques,
Scion,
Mark Hollis,
Spoonie Gee,
The Residents,
Bauhaus,
Jeff Lynne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Theoretical Girls,
Tres Demented,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.