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 Vanuatu and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Popol Vuh to the jazz 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Josef K,
Iggy Pop,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cowsills,
The Gories,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Duran Duran,
Deadbeat,
Wings,
Anthony Braxton,
Procol Harum,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gladiators,
Neil Young,
Essential Logic,
Lungfish,
Cal Tjader,
Archie Shepp,
The Durutti Column,
Sun City Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Motorama,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Bar-Kays,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Standells,
Ronan,
Urselle,
The Moody Blues,
Blancmange,
Dawn Penn,
Amon Düül II,
This Heat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Warren Ellis,
Gabor Szabo,
Davy DMX,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Byrd,
Sam Rivers,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rosa Yemen,
Moss Icon,
Public Image Ltd.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Motions,
Masters at Work,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jerry's Kids,
The Wake,
Outsiders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.