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 Jordan and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Pere Ubu to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Leonard Cohen,
Inner City,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Von Mondo,
Tres Demented,
Pulsallama,
Ten City,
Derrick Morgan,
Faraquet,
Hardrive,
Aloha Tigers,
The Misunderstood,
Thompson Twins,
Procol Harum,
Adolescents,
U.S. Maple,
Derrick May,
Vainqueur,
Maleditus Sound,
Dead Boys,
Kas Product,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chris Corsano,
Nico,
Crispian St. Peters,
Agitation Free,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Simply Red,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quando Quango,
Moby Grape,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ludus,
Delta 5,
Sandy B,
Babytalk,
The Fire Engines,
Don Cherry,
Amon Düül II,
The Monks,
Donny Hathaway,
Scott Walker,
Massinfluence,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cal Tjader,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Quadrant,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Standells,
Cheater Slicks,
T. Rex,
Royal Trux,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dawn Penn,
The Gap Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moebius,
Carl Craig,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.