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 Guinea and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Iggy Pop to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Marvin Gaye,
A Certain Ratio,
New Order,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Real Kids,
The Buckinghams,
Suburban Knight,
Gichy Dan,
China Crisis,
Livin' Joy,
Technova,
Marc Almond,
The Vogues,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deadbeat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dennis Brown,
The Cramps,
Ralphi Rosario,
Todd Rundgren,
Animal Collective,
David Bowie,
Babytalk,
The Toasters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eden Ahbez,
Cluster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Niagra,
Scratch Acid,
Warren Ellis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boredoms,
Deakin,
Altered Images,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Leaves,
The Beau Brummels,
U.S. Maple,
This Heat,
Eric Copeland,
Ponytail,
The Smoke,
Sister Nancy,
Lower 48,
the Human League,
Eddi Front,
Kas Product,
Gang Green,
Pylon,
Wally Richardson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Average White Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Hasil Adkins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun City Girls,
Audionom,
Supertramp,
The Human League,
Blake Baxter,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.