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 Nicaragua and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 Detroit Cobras to the grime 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Funkadelic,
Smog,
Jeff Lynne,
Joyce Sims,
Mars,
Sun Ra,
Soft Cell,
Circle Jerks,
Eric Dolphy,
The Leaves,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fire Engines,
Arab on Radar,
The Birthday Party,
Ultimate Spinach,
K-Klass,
Leonard Cohen,
The Remains,
Nils Olav,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Doors,
Essential Logic,
The Sonics,
Symarip,
Make Up,
Cybotron,
Fad Gadget,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New York Dolls,
Mr. Review,
Japan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Maleditus Sound,
Rakim,
Moss Icon,
Soulsonic Force,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
E-Dancer,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mission of Burma,
T. Rex,
Aloha Tigers,
Fluxion,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Infiniti,
The Smoke,
Oblivians,
Bronski Beat,
Thompson Twins,
Junior Murvin,
The Gladiators,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric Copeland,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.