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 Slovakia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Quadrant to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Supertramp,
Spoonie Gee,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cure,
The Blackbyrds,
Neu!,
Jimmy McGriff,
World's Most,
Flipper,
The Associates,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Youth Brigade,
Smog,
Schoolly D,
Groovy Waters,
Swans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Unwound,
Funky Four + One,
the Soft Cell,
Bronski Beat,
Heaven 17,
Steve Hackett,
Deakin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Con Funk Shun,
Organ,
Junior Murvin,
The New Christs,
Pantytec,
Stereo Dub,
Scrapy,
Andrew Hill,
Arcadia,
Angry Samoans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pantaleimon,
The Cramps,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Motions,
The Zeros,
Cymande,
Country Teasers,
Josef K,
Liliput,
Monolake,
the Slits,
Ludus,
Tres Demented,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hot Snakes,
D'Angelo,
Don Cherry,
Rotary Connection,
John Foxx,
Boredoms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.