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 Gabon and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 Brick to the dance 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deepchord,
John Holt,
Iggy Pop,
Panda Bear,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Sherman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lucky Dragons,
Angry Samoans,
Gichy Dan,
Basic Channel,
Sandy B,
L. Decosne,
Alison Limerick,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Happenings,
Pantytec,
the Human League,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ronan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aloha Tigers,
Brand Nubian,
Reagan Youth,
Jeff Mills,
Liliput,
The Associates,
Easy Going,
Danielle Patucci,
Rhythm & Sound,
Magazine,
DJ Style,
Grey Daturas,
Harry Pussy,
Black Sheep,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
ABC,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nas,
Tubeway Army,
Ludus,
Byron Stingily,
R.M.O.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The New Christs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Electric Prunes,
the Soft Cell,
Drexciya,
The Electric Prunes,
Alphaville,
Althea and Donna,
Tomorrow,
Delta 5,
Arthur Verocai,
Cymande,
Gabor Szabo,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.