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 Andorra 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 David Bowie 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 David Bowie to the techno 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tears for Fears,
Scan 7,
Mission of Burma,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gun Club,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
LL Cool J,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barry Ungar,
Ohio Players,
Goldenarms,
Blancmange,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joe Smooth,
Sonic Youth,
Magma,
John Cale,
Chris & Cosey,
Quadrant,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brothers Johnson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eddi Front,
Visage,
Joey Negro,
Cymande,
Anakelly,
Magazine,
The Tremeloes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dawn Penn,
Schoolly D,
Quantec,
The Velvet Underground,
Skarface,
June of 44,
Stiv Bators,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fuzztones,
Sun City Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moby Grape,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed,
Byron Stingily,
Blossom Toes,
The Electric Prunes,
Essential Logic,
The Toasters,
The Evens,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Misunderstood,
Tommy Roe,
T.S.O.L.,
Ken Boothe,
The Motions,
Deepchord,
Colin Newman,
FM Einheit,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.