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 India and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 David Bowie 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 Marcia Griffiths to the punk 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Patti Smith,
Glenn Branca,
Groovy Waters,
EPMD,
Kaleidoscope,
Shuggie Otis,
Scan 7,
The Divine Comedy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Black Dice,
Rites of Spring,
Bill Wells,
The Smoke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Victims,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Hood,
Minutemen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bob Dylan,
The Invisible,
Gastr Del Sol,
Make Up,
Pagans,
Circle Jerks,
Aloha Tigers,
Josef K,
One Last Wish,
The Seeds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sällskapet,
Funkadelic,
Davy DMX,
The Walker Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
Gabor Szabo,
Eddi Front,
Outsiders,
Interpol,
Lou Christie,
Cheater Slicks,
Howard Jones,
The Move,
DNA,
Japan,
kango's stein massive,
Youth Brigade,
Sight & Sound,
Ten City,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bizarre Inc.,
Royal Trux,
The Techniques,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Sheep,
Q and Not U,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.