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 Moldova and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 X-102 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
cv313,
The Remains,
Aswad,
Quantec,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dennis Brown,
Average White Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultravox,
Livin' Joy,
La Düsseldorf,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric Dolphy,
Japan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rapeman,
Angry Samoans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Last Poets,
Country Teasers,
The Busters,
Mission of Burma,
Judy Mowatt,
Goldenarms,
Don Cherry,
The Litter,
Cybotron,
The Techniques,
John Coltrane,
X-101,
Whodini,
Boredoms,
Technova,
Derrick Morgan,
Motorama,
John Lydon,
The Saints,
Ornette Coleman,
Gabor Szabo,
Pierre Henry,
Vladislav Delay,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Moon,
Danielle Patucci,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Das Ding,
Mary Jane Girls,
Public Enemy,
Subhumans,
Davy DMX,
Black Flag,
Eddi Front,
Rosa Yemen,
The Grass Roots,
Nik Kershaw,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.