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 Denmark and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Lou Reed,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Toasters,
The Remains,
Marine Girls,
The Fall,
Tim Buckley,
Cymande,
PIL,
Franke,
Pere Ubu,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sugar Minott,
Cybotron,
Rekid,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jimmy McGriff,
Judy Mowatt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Moleskins,
Make Up,
Ornette Coleman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fugazi,
Josef K,
Chrome,
the Bar-Kays,
Ronnie Foster,
Japan,
The United States of America,
The Index,
Wire,
Amazonics,
CMW,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Warren Ellis,
Technova,
Ultra Naté,
The Fuzztones,
The Pop Group,
The Birthday Party,
Lindisfarne,
Lightning Bolt,
Adolescents,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neil Young,
Blake Baxter,
Excepter,
Model 500,
Bootsy Collins,
Yusef Lateef,
The Move,
Monolake,
Big Daddy Kane,
D'Angelo,
Slave,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.