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 Croatia and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Ituana 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Goldenarms,
Joyce Sims,
Iggy Pop,
Rakim,
Bobby Sherman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pierre Henry,
Althea and Donna,
Spandau Ballet,
Skaos,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marc Almond,
U.S. Maple,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jacques Brel,
Das Ding,
Robert Wyatt,
Mars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Zero Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lungfish,
Slave,
The Cure,
Subhumans,
Sonic Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
Guru Guru,
Sarah Menescal,
Barrington Levy,
Neu!,
The Zeros,
Dark Day,
Curtis Mayfield,
Television,
Sällskapet,
The Monochrome Set,
Simply Red,
Tears for Fears,
Black Bananas,
Scrapy,
Minutemen,
Gang Starr,
Whodini,
The Toasters,
The Neon Judgement,
Skarface,
The Selecter,
Fugazi,
Connie Case,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jandek,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ituana,
Pantytec,
R.M.O.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.