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 Egypt and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crime,
Pere Ubu,
The New Christs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Newcleus,
Surgeon,
Tomorrow,
U.S. Maple,
The Smoke,
Eli Mardock,
Fear,
Warren Ellis,
Unrelated Segments,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dead C,
The Wake,
The Blues Magoos,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The American Breed,
John Lydon,
The Mojo Men,
Anthony Braxton,
The Star Department,
Pet Shop Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Slave,
Skriet,
Fad Gadget,
Mantronix,
Sun City Girls,
Morten Harket,
The United States of America,
Ornette Coleman,
Masters at Work,
John Coltrane,
Pagans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Germs,
Metal Thangz,
Japan,
F. McDonald,
MC5,
Technova,
Don Cherry,
Kurtis Blow,
The Selecter,
Amazonics,
CMW,
The Smiths,
New Age Steppers,
Stereo Dub,
Scrapy,
Bush Tetras,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Das Ding,
Lower 48,
Lungfish,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.