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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 A Certain Ratio to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Severed Heads,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
Idris Muhammad,
Grey Daturas,
Babytalk,
The Toasters,
Soft Cell,
China Crisis,
Fat Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yellowson,
Can,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Outsiders,
Bill Wells,
Parry Music,
The Standells,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Circle Jerks,
Ohio Players,
Deepchord,
The United States of America,
Minnie Riperton,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cluster,
Whodini,
Excepter,
Black Flag,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed,
Ronnie Foster,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Names,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moss Icon,
The Fall,
FM Einheit,
Interpol,
The Fugs,
Blossom Toes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Khruangbin,
Aural Exciters,
MC5,
Tommy Roe,
Bill Near,
Ponytail,
Bootsy Collins,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ossler,
Pole,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
E-Dancer,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.