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 Uruguay and from Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Nico to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pulsallama,
Cybotron,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Cale,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Parry Music,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scan 7,
Cecil Taylor,
Pussy Galore,
F. McDonald,
Ultra Naté,
Porter Ricks,
Rufus Thomas,
One Last Wish,
Ornette Coleman,
The Index,
Ohio Players,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Swans,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Spoonie Gee,
Bill Near,
Stiv Bators,
Whodini,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
E-Dancer,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sällskapet,
Ken Boothe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joy Division,
Erasure,
Mandrill,
Roxy Music,
The Tremeloes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mad Mike,
Magazine,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott Heron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Monolake,
Country Joe & The Fish,
World's Most,
Television,
The Fall,
Scientists,
Don Cherry,
The Real Kids,
Tears for Fears,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter and Kerry,
the Association,
Groovy Waters,
New Age Steppers,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.