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 Mexico and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Lebanon Hanover 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Stetsasonic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gabor Szabo,
The Martian,
Laurel Aitken,
Gregory Isaacs,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Hood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Procol Harum,
The Dave Clark Five,
These Immortal Souls,
Scrapy,
Prince Buster,
The Golliwogs,
Grauzone,
Fugazi,
X-Ray Spex,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Henry Cow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Velvet Underground,
Rites of Spring,
Alphaville,
Mad Mike,
Terrestrial Tones,
Television,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Niagra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gong,
Tubeway Army,
The Smiths,
The Fortunes,
Flipper,
Janne Schatter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Symarip,
Marine Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Shoche,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Man Parrish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dawn Penn,
Hardrive,
Bootsy Collins,
Heaven 17,
The Five Americans,
Index,
Mantronix,
Adolescents,
One Last Wish,
L. Decosne,
Suicide,
kango's stein massive,
Ultravox,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.