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 Grenada and from Tehran.
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 Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 David Bowie to the rock 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Sam Rivers,
Soft Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fat Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
Scan 7,
Sound Behaviour,
David Bowie,
Rod Modell,
The Star Department,
Joe Finger,
Janne Schatter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wally Richardson,
Fluxion,
Mark Hollis,
The Gories,
Drexciya,
Supertramp,
Little Man,
The Walker Brothers,
Neu!,
Country Teasers,
Fear,
Lakeside,
Dead Boys,
Gang of Four,
Todd Rundgren,
Moebius,
Stiv Bators,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Don Cherry,
LL Cool J,
Magma,
The Names,
Rites of Spring,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Youth Brigade,
The Electric Prunes,
Suicide,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Urselle,
The American Breed,
Gang Starr,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Happenings,
Pere Ubu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Audionom,
Roxy Music,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lyres,
The Blues Magoos,
Make Up,
the Bar-Kays,
Faust,
Mr. Review,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.