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 Turkey and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Monks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jandek,
Dave Gahan,
Wire,
John Holt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Standells,
The Durutti Column,
The Fuzztones,
Derrick Morgan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Supertramp,
Johnny Clarke,
Whodini,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roger Hodgson,
Josef K,
The Zeros,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Smiths,
H. Thieme,
Sun City Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Saccharine Trust,
Pierre Henry,
Gong,
Minnie Riperton,
the Fania All-Stars,
L. Decosne,
Liliput,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bad Manners,
Metal Thangz,
Ultra Naté,
Colin Newman,
Little Man,
Bootsy Collins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Duran Duran,
Sugar Minott,
Sparks,
The Mummies,
Terrestrial Tones,
June of 44,
10cc,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
In Retrospect,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nik Kershaw,
Niagra,
Maurizio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Donny Hathaway,
Charles Mingus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.