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 Vietnam and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Eve St. Jones to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
The Real Kids,
Henry Cow,
Loose Ends,
Livin' Joy,
Nas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
B.T. Express,
John Foxx,
Icehouse,
Ornette Coleman,
Underground Resistance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deepchord,
Yazoo,
Ronnie Foster,
Scientists,
kango's stein massive,
The American Breed,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Man Eating Sloth,
CMW,
Al Stewart,
Black Sheep,
Black Moon,
Eddi Front,
AZ,
Babytalk,
David Axelrod,
a-ha,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Happenings,
John Lydon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Black Dice,
Hasil Adkins,
Rapeman,
Howard Jones,
Lightning Bolt,
Ronan,
Symarip,
Second Layer,
Warsaw,
Ice-T,
Robert Görl,
Urselle,
Agent Orange,
Danielle Patucci,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeff Lynne,
Barbara Tucker,
Bauhaus,
Zapp,
Groovy Waters,
The Buckinghams,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Young Marble Giants,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.