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 Oman and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Ice-T to the grunge 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Maleditus Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Susan Cadogan,
Davy DMX,
The Litter,
Aural Exciters,
Groovy Waters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Wake,
Tres Demented,
Cybotron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter and Kerry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Godley & Creme,
Arthur Verocai,
Scott Walker,
China Crisis,
One Last Wish,
Flipper,
Hasil Adkins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Make Up,
Pierre Henry,
Ponytail,
Crash Course in Science,
Grey Daturas,
Sonic Youth,
Josef K,
Rites of Spring,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultra Naté,
Nico,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dirtbombs,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Index,
Bobby Sherman,
48th St. Collective,
Kenny Larkin,
Main Source,
Tropical Tobacco,
New Order,
Man Parrish,
Anakelly,
Harry Pussy,
Technova,
The Cowsills,
Barclay James Harvest,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amazonics,
Eli Mardock,
Ludus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Erasure,
Stereo Dub,
The New Christs,
Rekid,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.