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 Switzerland and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Cluster,
Skarface,
Black Sheep,
Danielle Patucci,
Chris Corsano,
Don Cherry,
The Angels of Light,
New York Dolls,
Eddi Front,
Yazoo,
Oneida,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Supertramp,
Kayak,
Gastr Del Sol,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed,
Sam Rivers,
The Golliwogs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unwound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Normal,
The Barracudas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultravox,
Rekid,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pylon,
Soul II Soul,
Stereo Dub,
The Evens,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter and Kerry,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Womack,
Simply Red,
The Blues Magoos,
Fluxion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The United States of America,
Carl Craig,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gladiators,
Aural Exciters,
Connie Case,
Popol Vuh,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
PIL,
Marine Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bronski Beat,
Andrew Hill,
China Crisis,
Charles Mingus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Essential Logic,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.