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 Thailand and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Siglo XX to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Raincoats,
kango's stein massive,
Organ,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Standells,
Roxette,
Harmonia,
EPMD,
Pantaleimon,
Hoover,
Qualms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New Age Steppers,
Ultra Naté,
Mandrill,
Rapeman,
Nation of Ulysses,
R.M.O.,
Sam Rivers,
D'Angelo,
The Smiths,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Monochrome Set,
New York Dolls,
Minutemen,
the Human League,
Main Source,
The Star Department,
Lyres,
Tomorrow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rhythm & Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joy Division,
Dave Gahan,
H. Thieme,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Womack,
Aloha Tigers,
James White and The Blacks,
Scratch Acid,
Agitation Free,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Techniques,
Bush Tetras,
Minny Pops,
Sun Ra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Section 25,
Rufus Thomas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crash Course in Science,
Eve St. Jones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Clear Light,
Minor Threat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.