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 Togo and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Marine Girls to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Malaria!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Hood,
Tubeway Army,
Janne Schatter,
Man Eating Sloth,
David McCallum,
Pantaleimon,
Soulsonic Force,
Fluxion,
Sun Ra,
Scrapy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Juan Atkins,
Wolf Eyes,
The Searchers,
Fatback Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Faust,
Metal Thangz,
Mission of Burma,
Tim Buckley,
Absolute Body Control,
EPMD,
Marmalade,
kango's stein massive,
Max Romeo,
Sister Nancy,
The Stooges,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rekid,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lightning Bolt,
Derrick Morgan,
Hoover,
Peter and Kerry,
Jacob Miller,
Dave Gahan,
Hot Snakes,
OOIOO,
The Five Americans,
Eli Mardock,
Buzzcocks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kerrie Biddell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New York Dolls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Traffic Nightmare,
One Last Wish,
Nick Fraelich,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radiohead,
Oneida,
Duran Duran,
Terry Callier,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.