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 Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Infiniti to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric Copeland,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flash Fearless,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Buzzcocks,
Sun City Girls,
Black Bananas,
Leonard Cohen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kurtis Blow,
Colin Newman,
Marvin Gaye,
Alton Ellis,
Technova,
DNA,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Womack,
Khruangbin,
Man Parrish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pole,
Jandek,
Liliput,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sexual Harrassment,
Motorama,
Intrusion,
Stetsasonic,
James White and The Blacks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sällskapet,
Warren Ellis,
Scott Walker,
Main Source,
The Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Malaria!,
Danielle Patucci,
Johnny Clarke,
Half Japanese,
Groovy Waters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Slave,
Grey Daturas,
Laurel Aitken,
Ice-T,
Suicide,
The Index,
the Swans,
Inner City,
Cal Tjader,
The Vogues,
Tubeway Army,
One Last Wish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Last Poets,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.