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 Sri Lanka and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Wasted Youth to the electroclash 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Bang On A Can,
the Germs,
The Pretty Things,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Electric Prunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Victims,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
B.T. Express,
Metal Thangz,
Basic Channel,
Young Marble Giants,
Marcia Griffiths,
Agent Orange,
The Barracudas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Man Eating Sloth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jacques Brel,
Jacob Miller,
Sällskapet,
The Move,
Pole,
AZ,
The Music Machine,
The Gories,
Darondo,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Sherman,
Second Layer,
Matthew Bourne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed,
The Zeros,
Deepchord,
The Fugs,
T.S.O.L.,
Qualms,
Icehouse,
E-Dancer,
Pussy Galore,
Donny Hathaway,
Public Enemy,
Bauhaus,
Mark Hollis,
Mandrill,
ABC,
Skaos,
Clear Light,
Matthew Halsall,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rosa Yemen,
L. Decosne,
World's Most,
Parry Music,
MC5,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.