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 Iran and from Calgary.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Bobby Sherman to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Magma,
Excepter,
Arcadia,
Royal Trux,
Alison Limerick,
cv313,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Christie,
Monks,
The Count Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Moleskins,
Warren Ellis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fire Engines,
Donald Byrd,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DJ Sneak,
Zapp,
Connie Case,
Josef K,
Zero Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Slick Rick,
8 Eyed Spy,
Derrick May,
The Modern Lovers,
Ituana,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kenny Larkin,
Joy Division,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Bananas,
Gang Starr,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eurythmics,
The Slits,
The Smoke,
Ultravox,
The Tremeloes,
the Swans,
Half Japanese,
Circle Jerks,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Martian,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Reagan Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
D'Angelo,
Skriet,
Tomorrow,
Depeche Mode,
China Crisis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Associates,
James White and The Blacks,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.