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 Barbados and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Grey Daturas to the rap 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Matthew Bourne,
Spandau Ballet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Japan,
This Heat,
Los Fastidios,
The Victims,
New York Dolls,
The Pretty Things,
Roxette,
Morten Harket,
Spoonie Gee,
the Human League,
Aaron Thompson,
Lyres,
PIL,
Interpol,
David Bowie,
The Skatalites,
Slick Rick,
Television Personalities,
Scan 7,
Neil Young,
Electric Prunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Absolute Body Control,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Con Funk Shun,
Infiniti,
Bluetip,
Iggy Pop,
Pantytec,
X-102,
Joe Finger,
Janne Schatter,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Depeche Mode,
Icehouse,
The Sound,
The Selecter,
Minor Threat,
Ten City,
Man Parrish,
DNA,
Ralphi Rosario,
Zapp,
MDC,
Ossler,
Suicide,
Rapeman,
The Wake,
The Beau Brummels,
The Residents,
Yazoo,
AZ,
Mission of Burma,
The Slackers,
Boredoms,
The Motions,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.