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 Vanuatu and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Drive Like Jehu to the rap 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Rekid,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Funky Four + One,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Durutti Column,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echospace,
Bill Wells,
Flipper,
Khruangbin,
Ronnie Foster,
Maurizio,
Iggy Pop,
Tomorrow,
Hardrive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jesper Dahlback,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Visage,
Grey Daturas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Interpol,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Neon Judgement,
The Leaves,
Television Personalities,
10cc,
Chrome,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ossler,
Slick Rick,
The Offenders,
Leonard Cohen,
Aural Exciters,
Tres Demented,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Hood,
Soft Cell,
Make Up,
Matthew Halsall,
Thompson Twins,
Swans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kevin Saunderson,
Los Fastidios,
Skriet,
Wire,
The Monochrome Set,
Cymande,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deepchord,
Saccharine Trust,
Porter Ricks,
Ken Boothe,
The Young Rascals,
The Sonics,
Mars,
Pantytec,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.