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 Equatorial Guinea and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Das Ding to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Minnie Riperton,
Livin' Joy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Masters at Work,
Severed Heads,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
R.M.O.,
David Axelrod,
Desert Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
Camberwell Now,
Ohio Players,
The Busters,
Grauzone,
The Toasters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rod Modell,
B.T. Express,
Alton Ellis,
Sällskapet,
Skriet,
Agitation Free,
The Fire Engines,
Peter & Gordon,
The Neon Judgement,
The Standells,
Accadde A,
Talk Talk,
Average White Band,
Wire,
Eurythmics,
Jawbox,
Alphaville,
Roger Hodgson,
Lucky Dragons,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
La Düsseldorf,
The Kinks,
the Sonics,
Sun Ra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Susan Cadogan,
Reuben Wilson,
Tomorrow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sonics,
The Velvet Underground,
Arcadia,
Newcleus,
Fluxion,
Gang Gang Dance,
Connie Case,
The Dirtbombs,
One Last Wish,
Rapeman,
New York Dolls,
Soft Machine,
the Human League,
The United States of America,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.