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 Panama and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the grime 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Misunderstood,
Buzzcocks,
Soulsonic Force,
Eddi Front,
The Divine Comedy,
Bush Tetras,
Anakelly,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Underground Resistance,
Groovy Waters,
The Gun Club,
Bad Manners,
Main Source,
Yusef Lateef,
Sight & Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
New York Dolls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Royal Trux,
Black Bananas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Christie,
Rakim,
Howard Jones,
Fad Gadget,
James White and The Blacks,
Sandy B,
The Fugs,
Rites of Spring,
Skaos,
Fluxion,
X-101,
Swell Maps,
Yellowson,
Urselle,
Scion,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
The Residents,
Wasted Youth,
Faust,
L. Decosne,
The Modern Lovers,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ohio Players,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultravox,
the Swans,
Bronski Beat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Todd Terry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.