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 Uruguay and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nation of Ulysses to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Swans,
The Misunderstood,
48th St. Collective,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chris & Cosey,
Bronski Beat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mandrill,
Mad Mike,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Johnny Clarke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quando Quango,
Aswad,
Roxy Music,
Lalann,
Darondo,
Funkadelic,
Boredoms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Little Man,
The Electric Prunes,
Erasure,
Mars,
K-Klass,
Grauzone,
Al Stewart,
Duran Duran,
Erykah Badu,
Bang On A Can,
Eddi Front,
The Cosmic Jokers,
World's Most,
Scion,
Avey Tare,
Spoonie Gee,
JFA,
Robert Hood,
Matthew Halsall,
Gabor Szabo,
Roxette,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brick,
Ornette Coleman,
The Skatalites,
Nils Olav,
Franke,
X-Ray Spex,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fire Engines,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alton Ellis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fat Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Severed Heads,
Ronnie Foster,
The Vogues,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.