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 Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 T.S.O.L. to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
10cc,
World's Most,
The Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The United States of America,
E-Dancer,
Minny Pops,
China Crisis,
Gang of Four,
Visage,
Surgeon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
Silicon Teens,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Womack,
The Dirtbombs,
New York Dolls,
Intrusion,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Goldenarms,
The Dead C,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Durutti Column,
Average White Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hardrive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harry Pussy,
Nico,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Black Dice,
Monolake,
Accadde A,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neil Young,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter and Kerry,
Sällskapet,
Harmonia,
Kayak,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Girls At Our Best!,
cv313,
ABBA,
Godley & Creme,
Stereo Dub,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.