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 Thailand and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Oblivians to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kaleidoscope,
Barbara Tucker,
The Pretty Things,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
K-Klass,
Scientists,
Reagan Youth,
Section 25,
June of 44,
Max Romeo,
Niagra,
Zero Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Wire,
Cluster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Index,
The Human League,
The Fall,
Tears for Fears,
Arthur Verocai,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kayak,
Zapp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Panda Bear,
Marine Girls,
JFA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eddi Front,
Das Ding,
Jeff Mills,
Mo-Dettes,
The Busters,
Marvin Gaye,
Malaria!,
Alice Coltrane,
Kurtis Blow,
The Pop Group,
Sarah Menescal,
D'Angelo,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Byrd,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boredoms,
The Leaves,
Soulsonic Force,
Swans,
Ice-T,
Essential Logic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Au Pairs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tom Boy,
The J.B.'s,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Soft Cell,
Boz Scaggs,
Make Up,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Remains,
Blossom Toes,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.