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 Ethiopia and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Halifax.
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 spring reverb 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 The Smoke to the jazz 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Delta 5,
Pere Ubu,
The Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
The Vogues,
Dark Day,
H. Thieme,
Von Mondo,
DJ Style,
Lou Christie,
Altered Images,
Colin Newman,
Urselle,
The Evens,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pulsallama,
Pantaleimon,
Ludus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Organ,
Desert Stars,
Rekid,
Fluxion,
World's Most,
The Angels of Light,
Brass Construction,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gap Band,
The Happenings,
The Offenders,
Unrelated Segments,
Thompson Twins,
Barrington Levy,
Boz Scaggs,
The Walker Brothers,
MC5,
Theoretical Girls,
Agitation Free,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Moody Blues,
Easy Going,
Make Up,
Goldenarms,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang of Four,
Rod Modell,
The Gories,
Chrome,
Yellowson,
Ronan,
Grandmaster Flash,
ABBA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pagans,
The Monks,
Arab on Radar,
DNA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.