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 Mauritius and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 World's Most to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Holt,
B.T. Express,
The Velvet Underground,
Kayak,
Country Teasers,
Wally Richardson,
Janne Schatter,
Siglo XX,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quando Quango,
Black Pus,
The Selecter,
Ludus,
Procol Harum,
The Mummies,
Vainqueur,
Alison Limerick,
John Foxx,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pierre Henry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Slits,
David Bowie,
Sun Ra,
Agent Orange,
The Fire Engines,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Make Up,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Move,
Soft Cell,
X-102,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yellowson,
Intrusion,
Ken Boothe,
Aloha Tigers,
June of 44,
Lyres,
John Lydon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chrome,
John Cale,
Supertramp,
Jandek,
Joe Finger,
Jacob Miller,
Gerry Rafferty,
H. Thieme,
Tropical Tobacco,
This Heat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marine Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sex Pistols,
Animal Collective,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.