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 Portland.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
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 Warren Ellis to the funk 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Robert Wyatt,
Amon Düül,
Swans,
The Evens,
Shoche,
Whodini,
Gang Gang Dance,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dorothy Ashby,
Henry Cow,
Procol Harum,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Youth Brigade,
Roy Ayers,
Eden Ahbez,
Loose Ends,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Clear Light,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blossom Toes,
Sandy B,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wasted Youth,
The Raincoats,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scion,
Graham Central Station,
Carl Craig,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Urselle,
Tommy Roe,
Thompson Twins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hasil Adkins,
Roger Hodgson,
Nas,
Suicide,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Toni Rubio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Smog,
New York Dolls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scrapy,
Subhumans,
Hot Snakes,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Hood,
Cecil Taylor,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
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Magazine,
Reagan Youth,
Half Japanese,
Harmonia,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.