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 Iraq and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Cramps to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Prince Buster,
Lucky Dragons,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Negative Approach,
The Raincoats,
The Searchers,
Main Source,
Roger Hodgson,
Henry Cow,
Minor Threat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Andrew Hill,
Todd Terry,
Quando Quango,
Pere Ubu,
Pulsallama,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Saccharine Trust,
Al Stewart,
The Durutti Column,
Neu!,
Goldenarms,
ABBA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The New Christs,
Nik Kershaw,
Godley & Creme,
Accadde A,
The Real Kids,
Dennis Brown,
Kenny Larkin,
Radio Birdman,
Mo-Dettes,
Pussy Galore,
Outsiders,
Grauzone,
The Neon Judgement,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Five Americans,
Sixth Finger,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Slits,
Kas Product,
Eli Mardock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ronan,
Monolake,
Vainqueur,
Steve Hackett,
Ossler,
Erykah Badu,
The Zeros,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.