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 Senegal and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Quadrant to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Main Source,
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rakim,
Los Fastidios,
Simply Red,
Sällskapet,
Infiniti,
Soft Machine,
Oneida,
John Foxx,
Minor Threat,
The Victims,
The Young Rascals,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gories,
Young Marble Giants,
Albert Ayler,
Niagra,
The Knickerbockers,
Skriet,
Liliput,
Blake Baxter,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Heaven 17,
Shuggie Otis,
Cybotron,
Pylon,
Outsiders,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Fania All-Stars,
L. Decosne,
Gang Starr,
Lower 48,
Josef K,
The Beau Brummels,
Judy Mowatt,
Grauzone,
Sarah Menescal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultimate Spinach,
Public Enemy,
Rites of Spring,
The Last Poets,
Popol Vuh,
Massinfluence,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Donny Hathaway,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
James White and The Blacks,
The Moleskins,
Roxy Music,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.