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 Peru and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
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 snare 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 Henry Cow to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
R.M.O.,
Los Fastidios,
The Remains,
Throbbing Gristle,
Public Enemy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rotary Connection,
Charles Mingus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The United States of America,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
H. Thieme,
Jawbox,
Sun City Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Franke,
Skaos,
Archie Shepp,
Ultravox,
Sight & Sound,
Shoche,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fall,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
Royal Trux,
Pantytec,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eddi Front,
Babytalk,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Real Kids,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Intrusion,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Tremeloes,
Grandmaster Flash,
T. Rex,
OOIOO,
The Dead C,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wire,
Basic Channel,
K-Klass,
the Sonics,
Alice Coltrane,
Simply Red,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thee Headcoats,
Erykah Badu,
Index,
Oblivians,
Bauhaus,
Shuggie Otis,
Con Funk Shun,
The Moleskins,
Kayak,
Marc Almond,
Metal Thangz,
Peter and Kerry,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.