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 Cameroon and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Section 25 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Michelle Simonal,
Maurizio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
48th St. Collective,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rites of Spring,
Agitation Free,
Pylon,
Unwound,
Fat Boys,
Fear,
Outsiders,
The Beau Brummels,
Blake Baxter,
The Doors,
Neil Young,
Derrick Morgan,
The Happenings,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DJ Sneak,
Theoretical Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Popol Vuh,
the Human League,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bad Manners,
John Cale,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultra Naté,
Procol Harum,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dave Gahan,
Japan,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-102,
MC5,
Flash Fearless,
James White and The Blacks,
Depeche Mode,
Sound Behaviour,
Marmalade,
The Martian,
Sparks,
Boz Scaggs,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Monks,
Skriet,
Electric Prunes,
Tom Boy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deadbeat,
Deepchord,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Human League,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Heaven 17,
Interpol,
Tomorrow,
Yellowson,
Jandek,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.