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 South Africa and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Glenn Branca to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deakin,
Bluetip,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Monolake,
R.M.O.,
Rosa Yemen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Animal Collective,
Eric Copeland,
Neil Young,
Procol Harum,
Gang of Four,
Swans,
One Last Wish,
Inner City,
Jeff Mills,
Joey Negro,
Electric Prunes,
Soul II Soul,
The Leaves,
Flash Fearless,
Gichy Dan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Al Stewart,
David McCallum,
The Toasters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cluster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deepchord,
Boredoms,
Young Marble Giants,
The Blues Magoos,
Sex Pistols,
Ituana,
The Music Machine,
Siglo XX,
Amon Düül,
Flipper,
Ultra Naté,
Hardrive,
Surgeon,
Soulsonic Force,
Funkadelic,
Pole,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jacques Brel,
Lungfish,
The Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fortunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Electric Prunes,
Sister Nancy,
Qualms,
Joyce Sims,
Ponytail,
Symarip,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.