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 France and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Sam Rivers to the electroclash 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Liliput,
Reuben Wilson,
Erasure,
Roxy Music,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Angels of Light,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Desert Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alice Coltrane,
Shoche,
Gang of Four,
Lindisfarne,
Boredoms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stetsasonic,
Juan Atkins,
Tres Demented,
Connie Case,
Negative Approach,
Lalo Schifrin,
Morten Harket,
Quando Quango,
Ossler,
The Stooges,
Swans,
Crash Course in Science,
Kayak,
Maleditus Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare,
Mars,
Fatback Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sarah Menescal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Reagan Youth,
UT,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott Heron,
Severed Heads,
the Fania All-Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Byrd,
Bad Manners,
Crooked Eye,
Delon & Dalcan,
Can,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Names,
The Kinks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eve St. Jones,
the Slits,
KRS-One,
John Cale,
Kaleidoscope,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.