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 Andorra and from London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nils Olav to the disco 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scion,
The Moody Blues,
Derrick Morgan,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Walker Brothers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Connie Case,
Eddi Front,
Grauzone,
Darondo,
Blossom Toes,
Newcleus,
Heaven 17,
Pagans,
The Move,
JFA,
Jandek,
Gregory Isaacs,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cramps,
The Selecter,
The Kinks,
F. McDonald,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Holt,
Bush Tetras,
This Heat,
The Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Henry Cow,
Ronan,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare,
E-Dancer,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cowsills,
Soulsonic Force,
Outsiders,
Roxette,
These Immortal Souls,
Depeche Mode,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Unwound,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Man Parrish,
K-Klass,
Pantaleimon,
Basic Channel,
Panda Bear,
John Cale,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
The Searchers,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.