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 Lebanon and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Donald Fagen 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 Gichy Dan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All The Monks 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Alton Ellis,
Erasure,
Fat Boys,
Visage,
The Doors,
Nick Fraelich,
The Divine Comedy,
Terrestrial Tones,
10cc,
Skriet,
Fatback Band,
Niagra,
Prince Buster,
The Leaves,
the Normal,
This Heat,
Lou Reed,
CMW,
Mark Hollis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Angry Samoans,
Adolescents,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Litter,
Technova,
The Victims,
Sight & Sound,
The Monks,
World's Most,
Excepter,
Negative Approach,
Ituana,
Skarface,
The Gladiators,
Siglo XX,
The Smoke,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Swans,
The Five Americans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eve St. Jones,
Mars,
Glenn Branca,
Byron Stingily,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Hashim,
Joe Smooth,
Judy Mowatt,
Aswad,
Traffic Nightmare,
Faraquet,
The Saints,
D'Angelo,
The Evens,
Delta 5,
Lakeside,
John Foxx,
Eddi Front,
Sun Ra,
The Neon Judgement,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.