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 Cambodia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Seeds to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Porter Ricks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Panda Bear,
The Moody Blues,
Letta Mbulu,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Sherman,
Bush Tetras,
Faust,
The Stooges,
Cybotron,
The Motions,
Faraquet,
The Saints,
Grey Daturas,
Slave,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Standells,
Arthur Verocai,
Marvin Gaye,
Technova,
Ronnie Foster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Silicon Teens,
Susan Cadogan,
Rotary Connection,
Von Mondo,
Sällskapet,
Kayak,
the Bar-Kays,
China Crisis,
Rufus Thomas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Babytalk,
Harpers Bizarre,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wings,
Procol Harum,
Boz Scaggs,
Gichy Dan,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Green,
Tom Boy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Searchers,
The Litter,
Hashim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Guru Guru,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sister Nancy,
John Coltrane,
The Zeros,
Cecil Taylor,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tropical Tobacco,
JFA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.