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 Kenya and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the guitar 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 Maleditus Sound to the grime 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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radiohead,
Sister Nancy,
The Saints,
Faraquet,
Lucky Dragons,
The Real Kids,
the Normal,
Jeff Lynne,
The Divine Comedy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Groovy Waters,
Porter Ricks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Clarke,
Thompson Twins,
Cameo,
Freddie Wadling,
Connie Case,
Bush Tetras,
Alice Coltrane,
The Five Americans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Agitation Free,
The J.B.'s,
Bootsy Collins,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultravox,
Rekid,
Aswad,
Neil Young,
Bob Dylan,
a-ha,
The Blues Magoos,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Magma,
Outsiders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Symarip,
Howard Jones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terry Callier,
Nirvana,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bang On A Can,
The Shadows of Knight,
F. McDonald,
La Düsseldorf,
10cc,
Mr. Review,
Anthony Braxton,
PIL,
Excepter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gichy Dan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Model 500,
Flipper,
Jawbox,
The Electric Prunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Babytalk,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.