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 Colombia and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
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 marimba 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 Interpol to the punk 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Index,
Von Mondo,
Eden Ahbez,
Q and Not U,
Josef K,
Skarface,
Eurythmics,
The Techniques,
Blancmange,
The Sonics,
Ossler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Monks,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Normal,
Joyce Sims,
Spandau Ballet,
X-Ray Spex,
Deadbeat,
Technova,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Letta Mbulu,
Charles Mingus,
The Velvet Underground,
Judy Mowatt,
Terry Callier,
Sonic Youth,
Delta 5,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lucky Dragons,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kerri Chandler,
Rapeman,
Chrome,
The Pretty Things,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oneida,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Starr,
Matthew Bourne,
Ponytail,
Black Flag,
Sister Nancy,
New Age Steppers,
The Wake,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nick Fraelich,
The Neon Judgement,
Shuggie Otis,
Althea and Donna,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quando Quango,
Visage,
Neu!,
Trumans Water,
The Associates,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.