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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Negative Approach to the dance 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Byron Stingily,
Joy Division,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aaron Thompson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tres Demented,
Gerry Rafferty,
Saccharine Trust,
The Young Rascals,
Hot Snakes,
Monks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mummies,
Slave,
The Moody Blues,
Bootsy Collins,
The Evens,
Audionom,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terrestrial Tones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed,
F. McDonald,
The Happenings,
Eddi Front,
The Monks,
Dual Sessions,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Hood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Zero Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
World's Most,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Television,
One Last Wish,
Bronski Beat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roxette,
Simply Red,
Robert Görl,
Harry Pussy,
Moby Grape,
CMW,
Neu!,
Wolf Eyes,
Danielle Patucci,
Lower 48,
Amazonics,
Cameo,
The Fall,
Deepchord,
Rapeman,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.