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 Lithuania and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pussy Galore,
Skarface,
Von Mondo,
Boz Scaggs,
Bill Near,
Traffic Nightmare,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stiv Bators,
The Associates,
Panda Bear,
The Zeros,
Sällskapet,
KRS-One,
The Smiths,
The Five Americans,
Monks,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Barracudas,
Rapeman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sparks,
Moss Icon,
Kayak,
Leonard Cohen,
Ice-T,
Average White Band,
Das Ding,
Mary Jane Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Henry Cow,
The Beau Brummels,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Starr,
Can,
EPMD,
Grey Daturas,
Loose Ends,
The Tremeloes,
Ultra Naté,
John Coltrane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hot Snakes,
the Normal,
Rites of Spring,
The Martian,
Warren Ellis,
Sugar Minott,
Echospace,
Scratch Acid,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minor Threat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Al Stewart,
Metal Thangz,
The Litter,
Brothers Johnson,
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.