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 Iceland and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet 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 David Bowie to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Gichy Dan,
Thompson Twins,
The Litter,
Tres Demented,
Yusef Lateef,
Electric Prunes,
The Grass Roots,
Eli Mardock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Henry Cow,
Gong,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kaleidoscope,
Roger Hodgson,
Bang On A Can,
The Misunderstood,
Tomorrow,
the Sonics,
The Cowsills,
Harmonia,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Vogues,
Rotary Connection,
Minor Threat,
Banda Bassotti,
Unrelated Segments,
Joyce Sims,
Ohio Players,
Arcadia,
Alison Limerick,
Franke,
The Cure,
Bauhaus,
The Knickerbockers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Smog,
Ludus,
Suburban Knight,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pantytec,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Smiths,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fugs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Max Romeo,
Delta 5,
Rekid,
Deepchord,
Minny Pops,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aloha Tigers,
Sonic Youth,
David McCallum,
Duran Duran,
Japan,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.