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 Georgia and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Warren Ellis to the funk 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magazine,
Crooked Eye,
Howard Jones,
Con Funk Shun,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
Guru Guru,
Glenn Branca,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Sonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ken Boothe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Warren Ellis,
The Durutti Column,
Blancmange,
Quando Quango,
Depeche Mode,
The Fire Engines,
Eric Dolphy,
Popol Vuh,
Neu!,
The Index,
Lakeside,
Agitation Free,
Sex Pistols,
R.M.O.,
Dave Gahan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gabor Szabo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Faust,
The Monochrome Set,
Japan,
Yaz,
Harmonia,
The Associates,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Beau Brummels,
E-Dancer,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Christie,
Soul Sonic Force,
Zero Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tim Buckley,
Jacob Miller,
Radio Birdman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
The Names,
the Swans,
Yazoo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Can,
Funky Four + One,
The Sonics,
Mark Hollis,
The Smiths,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.