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 Libya and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Lou Reed 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 Dirtbombs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Mandrill,
Black Bananas,
Joe Smooth,
Ken Boothe,
Spandau Ballet,
Gichy Dan,
Roy Ayers,
Marc Almond,
Cymande,
Danielle Patucci,
Slick Rick,
Amon Düül II,
Althea and Donna,
Y Pants,
Qualms,
Gang Green,
Chris Corsano,
The Stooges,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lakeside,
Wire,
Blake Baxter,
Darondo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tres Demented,
Banda Bassotti,
Pulsallama,
Dennis Brown,
Jerry's Kids,
The Tremeloes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed,
Malaria!,
Man Eating Sloth,
Unwound,
Dual Sessions,
Mission of Burma,
Ronnie Foster,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Blues Magoos,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Vogues,
Peter and Kerry,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Seeds,
Yaz,
Thee Headcoats,
The Modern Lovers,
Circle Jerks,
Sun Ra,
These Immortal Souls,
Carl Craig,
Lalann,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yusef Lateef,
Tim Buckley,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deadbeat,
Johnny Clarke,
Bad Manners,
John Cale,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.