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 Equatorial Guinea and from Copenhagen.
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 Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 The Gladiators to the punk 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Black Moon,
The Detroit Cobras,
The United States of America,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Electric Prunes,
Eli Mardock,
DJ Sneak,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Motions,
Lightning Bolt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moss Icon,
Deepchord,
Skriet,
The Sound,
Average White Band,
Loose Ends,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Depeche Mode,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Freddie Wadling,
Jawbox,
Peter and Kerry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chris Corsano,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fugs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Can,
Crime,
Glenn Branca,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Buzzcocks,
Iggy Pop,
Newcleus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Names,
The Vogues,
Soulsonic Force,
Country Joe & The Fish,
June of 44,
Lalann,
Andrew Hill,
The Count Five,
Stereo Dub,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joy Division,
Soft Machine,
Eddi Front,
the Human League,
Siglo XX,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Germs,
Funkadelic,
Ossler,
The Young Rascals,
The Golliwogs,
Davy DMX,
Black Pus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.