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 United States and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Albert Ayler to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dark Day,
Young Marble Giants,
Terry Callier,
Ultravox,
Blake Baxter,
Loose Ends,
Delta 5,
Marc Almond,
Godley & Creme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Whodini,
The Black Dice,
PIL,
Kurtis Blow,
Harmonia,
Nico,
Severed Heads,
DJ Sneak,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fat Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Pop Group,
Max Romeo,
Supertramp,
In Retrospect,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alice Coltrane,
Tomorrow,
Chrome,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nils Olav,
Bauhaus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Agent Orange,
Funky Four + One,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Masters at Work,
Groovy Waters,
The Barracudas,
The Skatalites,
Radio Birdman,
The Trojans,
Arcadia,
The Moody Blues,
Lakeside,
Excepter,
Zero Boys,
The Red Krayola,
The Gun Club,
Ponytail,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mandrill,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roger Hodgson,
Moebius,
Rapeman,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.