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 St Kitts & Nevis 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Ultimate Spinach,
ABC,
Lindisfarne,
Outsiders,
Heaven 17,
Janne Schatter,
The Offenders,
Bauhaus,
Byron Stingily,
Quadrant,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Michelle Simonal,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
UT,
Sight & Sound,
Trumans Water,
Eric Dolphy,
KRS-One,
Marvin Gaye,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ice-T,
Fluxion,
Faraquet,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Star Department,
Nils Olav,
Silicon Teens,
Easy Going,
The Dead C,
Buzzcocks,
The Pretty Things,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Womack,
Sun Ra,
MC5,
In Retrospect,
Minny Pops,
Pere Ubu,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stockholm Monsters,
U.S. Maple,
Reagan Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barbara Tucker,
Deadbeat,
The Knickerbockers,
June Days,
Ultravox,
Scratch Acid,
Quantec,
Unwound,
Andrew Hill,
The Blues Magoos,
The Martian,
Public Enemy,
Unrelated Segments,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Hood,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.