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 Tuvalu and from Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Young Marble Giants to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
The Gories,
Average White Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tim Buckley,
Circle Jerks,
Pantytec,
Michelle Simonal,
The Golliwogs,
Pussy Galore,
Thompson Twins,
Soulsonic Force,
Ten City,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mad Mike,
Aural Exciters,
Bad Manners,
The Moody Blues,
Howard Jones,
Jacob Miller,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soft Machine,
The Cure,
The Slits,
Buzzcocks,
Scientists,
The Birthday Party,
Bauhaus,
B.T. Express,
The Index,
Todd Terry,
Oneida,
48th St. Collective,
Rekid,
Bobby Womack,
The Black Dice,
Soul II Soul,
X-101,
The Barracudas,
Fluxion,
Darondo,
Adolescents,
The Young Rascals,
KRS-One,
Josef K,
Von Mondo,
Sight & Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Chris Corsano,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Leonard Cohen,
MDC,
Sonic Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Khruangbin,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minutemen,
Terry Callier,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quadrant,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.