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 Libya 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Supertramp to the jazz 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Minnie Riperton,
The Red Krayola,
ABC,
Scion,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crash Course in Science,
Bad Manners,
a-ha,
Angry Samoans,
The Kinks,
The Modern Lovers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ponytail,
Rod Modell,
The Barracudas,
A Certain Ratio,
Blossom Toes,
The Real Kids,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kayak,
Colin Newman,
Silicon Teens,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Todd Rundgren,
Cheater Slicks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ken Boothe,
Talk Talk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Young Marble Giants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flamin' Groovies,
Reuben Wilson,
Lindisfarne,
kango's stein massive,
Aswad,
Simply Red,
Babytalk,
The Selecter,
Fela Kuti,
Electric Prunes,
Unrelated Segments,
Mr. Review,
Section 25,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neil Young,
The Residents,
Roy Ayers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amazonics,
Maurizio,
The Slits,
The Searchers,
Grey Daturas,
Letta Mbulu,
New Order,
Duran Duran,
The Trojans,
Jawbox,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.