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 Uruguay and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Doors to the punk 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Reuben Wilson,
Skaos,
Sight & Sound,
E-Dancer,
Faraquet,
Eric Dolphy,
The Moleskins,
Lindisfarne,
The Raincoats,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mad Mike,
Chris Corsano,
John Cale,
Marc Almond,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sällskapet,
The Gun Club,
Albert Ayler,
Metal Thangz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fatback Band,
Camberwell Now,
Young Marble Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cameo,
Mo-Dettes,
New Order,
The Alarm Clocks,
Model 500,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Arcadia,
The Real Kids,
David McCallum,
The Young Rascals,
The Cramps,
The Blues Magoos,
Alison Limerick,
AZ,
Aaron Thompson,
Malaria!,
Pussy Galore,
The Buckinghams,
Lakeside,
Jawbox,
Barrington Levy,
10cc,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mantronix,
Siglo XX,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Standells,
Darondo,
Chris & Cosey,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tears for Fears,
K-Klass,
Eric Copeland,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Durutti Column,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.