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 Kazakhstan and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Loose Ends,
Audionom,
These Immortal Souls,
The Beau Brummels,
Funkadelic,
Bang On A Can,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Main Source,
Al Stewart,
Infiniti,
Pierre Henry,
R.M.O.,
Shoche,
Chris Corsano,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dawn Penn,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oblivians,
Massinfluence,
Bauhaus,
Tomorrow,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fire Engines,
Theoretical Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Aswad,
The Leaves,
The Fall,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Archie Shepp,
Pagans,
Essential Logic,
Zero Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blake Baxter,
Carl Craig,
The New Christs,
The Music Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
Eden Ahbez,
Boz Scaggs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
UT,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Remains,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fugs,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gladiators,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bill Near,
A Certain Ratio,
Kayak,
The Gories,
Lightning Bolt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jacob Miller,
Grey Daturas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Selecter,
Thompson Twins,
Hashim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.