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 Chad and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
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 güiro 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 Amon Düül to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
Severed Heads,
Patti Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
Brothers Johnson,
Animal Collective,
Sam Rivers,
The Neon Judgement,
Pussy Galore,
The Dirtbombs,
Adolescents,
Young Marble Giants,
In Retrospect,
Angry Samoans,
Heaven 17,
Siglo XX,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Magazine,
Lakeside,
Popol Vuh,
The Monks,
The Moleskins,
The Toasters,
Saccharine Trust,
Deadbeat,
Cal Tjader,
Arab on Radar,
Oblivians,
Connie Case,
Roxy Music,
Soul II Soul,
Skarface,
Wolf Eyes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Warren Ellis,
Hot Snakes,
Rakim,
Anthony Braxton,
The Human League,
Kenny Larkin,
Ohio Players,
Scott Walker,
Buzzcocks,
Subhumans,
Donny Hathaway,
Alice Coltrane,
Ossler,
Sex Pistols,
Skaos,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nation of Ulysses,
Charles Mingus,
Second Layer,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Sherman,
48th St. Collective,
Grauzone,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.