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 Philippines and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Warsaw to the rock 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Neu!,
World's Most,
Prince Buster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Holt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aloha Tigers,
John Coltrane,
Ponytail,
Glambeats Corp.,
cv313,
H. Thieme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Isaac Hayes,
Amon Düül,
Cecil Taylor,
Bronski Beat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kas Product,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vainqueur,
James White and The Blacks,
The Toasters,
Duran Duran,
Yazoo,
Ultra Naté,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Maleditus Sound,
Fatback Band,
Essential Logic,
Deakin,
DNA,
Roxette,
Pylon,
Matthew Halsall,
New Order,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cowsills,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Lydon,
Thee Headcoats,
Young Marble Giants,
Sixth Finger,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cramps,
Swans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Icehouse,
Jesper Dahlback,
Goldenarms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nik Kershaw,
Sight & Sound,
The Kinks,
OOIOO,
Pagans,
The Divine Comedy,
Wolf Eyes,
Hardrive,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.