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 Denmark and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Residents to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Ludus,
The Young Rascals,
Vladislav Delay,
Severed Heads,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
kango's stein massive,
Tres Demented,
Alice Coltrane,
Albert Ayler,
Rosa Yemen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joyce Sims,
World's Most,
Todd Rundgren,
Soft Machine,
Barrington Levy,
Cal Tjader,
Television Personalities,
Trumans Water,
Faraquet,
Swell Maps,
The Invisible,
Cluster,
Lower 48,
Agitation Free,
Ten City,
Niagra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Slave,
Hot Snakes,
Crash Course in Science,
Fad Gadget,
Ronnie Foster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skriet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amazonics,
Pierre Henry,
the Slits,
The Doors,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jerry's Kids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Model 500,
Altered Images,
Nik Kershaw,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare,
The Doobie Brothers,
Maurizio,
Essential Logic,
The Wake,
Tom Boy,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Standells,
Barry Ungar,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pulsallama,
Cameo,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.