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 Dominican Republic and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Panda Bear to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Pretty Things,
Dennis Brown,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alphaville,
The United States of America,
China Crisis,
Minutemen,
Main Source,
DNA,
Scrapy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Foxx,
the Human League,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Stooges,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Man Parrish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Warsaw,
Matthew Bourne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sister Nancy,
Ohio Players,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mantronix,
Black Moon,
Depeche Mode,
Harpers Bizarre,
Glenn Branca,
Radiohead,
John Holt,
Hardrive,
Joey Negro,
F. McDonald,
The Fortunes,
Jeff Lynne,
Sight & Sound,
Intrusion,
Lungfish,
The Raincoats,
Freddie Wadling,
The Blackbyrds,
Sonic Youth,
Symarip,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Divine Comedy,
Mr. Review,
Carl Craig,
Newcleus,
Bad Manners,
Cecil Taylor,
Schoolly D,
The Invisible,
The Mojo Men,
The Saints,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arcadia,
Circle Jerks,
Eric Copeland,
Eric Dolphy,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.