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 South Africa and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Prince Buster to the grunge 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
the Swans,
Grauzone,
Gichy Dan,
Moss Icon,
Fear,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jerry's Kids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fatback Band,
Negative Approach,
Vladislav Delay,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Leonard Cohen,
Connie Case,
New Age Steppers,
Radiohead,
Flash Fearless,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blossom Toes,
Main Source,
UT,
R.M.O.,
T.S.O.L.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scientists,
Dark Day,
The Searchers,
The Pretty Things,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thompson Twins,
Peter & Gordon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Erykah Badu,
CMW,
Con Funk Shun,
Tim Buckley,
Sixth Finger,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Starr,
Robert Wyatt,
Junior Murvin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thee Headcoats,
Oneida,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Suburban Knight,
Y Pants,
Stockholm Monsters,
Darondo,
Eric Copeland,
Fela Kuti,
Rites of Spring,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Henry Cow,
Malaria!,
Ponytail,
Banda Bassotti,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.