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 the UAE and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Holger Czukay 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 48th St. Collective to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Negative Approach,
The Residents,
Black Pus,
The Motions,
Cheater Slicks,
Minor Threat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sight & Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minutemen,
Pagans,
Sonic Youth,
Skriet,
Nick Fraelich,
Rhythm & Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Jerry's Kids,
Wolf Eyes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Wyatt,
Joensuu 1685,
Ituana,
Terrestrial Tones,
Schoolly D,
Fad Gadget,
Hardrive,
The Gap Band,
Hashim,
Spoonie Gee,
Roger Hodgson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
June Days,
The Fall,
Lucky Dragons,
Warsaw,
Half Japanese,
Urselle,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Starr,
John Foxx,
Reagan Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter and Kerry,
Khruangbin,
Lalann,
Depeche Mode,
Circle Jerks,
Fear,
Sugar Minott,
The Young Rascals,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Parry Music,
a-ha,
the Association,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Basic Channel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.