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 Brazil and from London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Parry Music to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Godley & Creme,
Isaac Hayes,
Malaria!,
Angry Samoans,
The Pretty Things,
The Smoke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cymande,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cluster,
Slave,
The Cramps,
Vladislav Delay,
The Martian,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joensuu 1685,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dennis Brown,
Ituana,
Sam Rivers,
Vainqueur,
Negative Approach,
Gang of Four,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chris Corsano,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Cale,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Prince Buster,
James White and The Blacks,
New York Dolls,
Tommy Roe,
Matthew Halsall,
Metal Thangz,
The Tremeloes,
The Birthday Party,
Q and Not U,
Heaven 17,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Warren Ellis,
Wolf Eyes,
Trumans Water,
Jeff Mills,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Man Parrish,
Moebius,
FM Einheit,
Magma,
Cheater Slicks,
Maleditus Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pantytec,
Brass Construction,
The Happenings,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Litter,
John Lydon,
Arcadia,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.