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 Colombia 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Barclay James Harvest to the electroclash 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
the Slits,
Idris Muhammad,
Depeche Mode,
Sister Nancy,
The Birthday Party,
Cameo,
The Fall,
Reagan Youth,
Subhumans,
Technova,
Quadrant,
Davy DMX,
Organ,
Peter & Gordon,
Man Parrish,
Patti Smith,
Aswad,
The Five Americans,
Mission of Burma,
Quando Quango,
The Neon Judgement,
the Sonics,
The Standells,
Ossler,
The Golliwogs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Josef K,
Rotary Connection,
Monks,
The Gories,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Supertramp,
The Raincoats,
Arcadia,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobbi Humphrey,
kango's stein massive,
EPMD,
Soft Machine,
Tears for Fears,
Khruangbin,
Wings,
Ludus,
The Monks,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Womack,
Lalann,
ABC,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Letta Mbulu,
The Litter,
Funkadelic,
K-Klass,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.