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 Comoros and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet 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 Infiniti to the dance 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Q and Not U,
Country Teasers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dorothy Ashby,
Zero Boys,
One Last Wish,
The Seeds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New Order,
The Gap Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brothers Johnson,
Ornette Coleman,
Talk Talk,
Wire,
Crispian St. Peters,
Heaven 17,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang of Four,
Yellowson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Con Funk Shun,
Sound Behaviour,
Faraquet,
Organ,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fear,
The Barracudas,
The Young Rascals,
These Immortal Souls,
The Residents,
Ronnie Foster,
In Retrospect,
Ice-T,
The New Christs,
The Cure,
Sun Ra,
The Smoke,
Sixth Finger,
The Offenders,
Maleditus Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fall,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moebius,
K-Klass,
The Beau Brummels,
Sex Pistols,
Fugazi,
The Toasters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cymande,
Bill Near,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Public Enemy,
Subhumans,
Jandek,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.