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 Mauritania and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Black Bananas,
Maurizio,
B.T. Express,
The Fire Engines,
Black Pus,
Tim Buckley,
Steve Hackett,
Second Layer,
Jawbox,
Aaron Thompson,
Tres Demented,
The Index,
Cluster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eve St. Jones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
OOIOO,
Skarface,
The Offenders,
Kerri Chandler,
Minutemen,
Aloha Tigers,
Rapeman,
Amon Düül,
Joe Finger,
The Last Poets,
DNA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tommy Roe,
Judy Mowatt,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gichy Dan,
The Blackbyrds,
The Busters,
Minny Pops,
Con Funk Shun,
Unwound,
CMW,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang of Four,
The Detroit Cobras,
Guru Guru,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Livin' Joy,
Panda Bear,
Ultravox,
Ten City,
Michelle Simonal,
Sixth Finger,
Symarip,
Niagra,
Television Personalities,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
MDC,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Echospace,
Surgeon,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.