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 Guatemala and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Seeds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Das Ding,
Aaron Thompson,
Lower 48,
Barry Ungar,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kevin Saunderson,
JFA,
Drexciya,
John Cale,
Eric Dolphy,
The Count Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amon Düül II,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tropical Tobacco,
Monks,
Wings,
Y Pants,
Mad Mike,
Japan,
The Walker Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Germs,
Alice Coltrane,
Desert Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Liliput,
Kenny Larkin,
DNA,
Franke,
Swell Maps,
Lakeside,
Masters at Work,
Scientists,
Pagans,
Bauhaus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Depeche Mode,
Stetsasonic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Görl,
Au Pairs,
Laurel Aitken,
Ornette Coleman,
Janne Schatter,
Yellowson,
Rapeman,
Fela Kuti,
Main Source,
Guru Guru,
Judy Mowatt,
Section 25,
The Seeds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Carl Craig,
The Five Americans,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.