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 Paraguay and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Harpers Bizarre to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oneida,
The American Breed,
Young Marble Giants,
Joe Smooth,
Lindisfarne,
Unwound,
Crash Course in Science,
Freddie Wadling,
MC5,
Sonic Youth,
Mission of Burma,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stockholm Monsters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rhythm & Sound,
Easy Going,
Joey Negro,
Eden Ahbez,
The Star Department,
Anakelly,
The Mojo Men,
Bang On A Can,
Bad Manners,
Technova,
Hardrive,
ABC,
Quantec,
cv313,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Fugazi,
Make Up,
Pussy Galore,
Quadrant,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blancmange,
Japan,
Bronski Beat,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gladiators,
Quando Quango,
Spoonie Gee,
The Happenings,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Moody Blues,
The Slackers,
Sound Behaviour,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Symarip,
Metal Thangz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
T. Rex,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Echospace,
Soulsonic Force,
The Move,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.