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 Vietnam and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Boogie Down Productions to the grime 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Zapp,
Reagan Youth,
Little Man,
48th St. Collective,
Crispy Ambulance,
June of 44,
Con Funk Shun,
Sound Behaviour,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Neon Judgement,
Quadrant,
Sight & Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Loose Ends,
Erasure,
Minutemen,
Maleditus Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Index,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Iggy Pop,
Eve St. Jones,
The Last Poets,
The Gladiators,
Fugazi,
Cybotron,
Joe Smooth,
Lindisfarne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nik Kershaw,
Pantaleimon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dawn Penn,
Mark Hollis,
Fat Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Görl,
Scrapy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Victims,
Eddi Front,
Von Mondo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rufus Thomas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Anakelly,
Magma,
Stockholm Monsters,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sound,
Nirvana,
Panda Bear,
Neil Young,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cheater Slicks,
Unwound,
Pulsallama,
Deepchord,
Brass Construction,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.