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 Liberia and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 Connie Case to the punk 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Blancmange,
Soulsonic Force,
Flipper,
ABBA,
Pantaleimon,
Panda Bear,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sight & Sound,
Mr. Review,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Moody Blues,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Smog,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wasted Youth,
Bad Manners,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alice Coltrane,
H. Thieme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
This Heat,
Circle Jerks,
June Days,
The Golliwogs,
a-ha,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
kango's stein massive,
Can,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jandek,
The American Breed,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dark Day,
Arcadia,
Black Pus,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Modern Lovers,
Toni Rubio,
The Human League,
Marmalade,
Popol Vuh,
The Residents,
Siglo XX,
Fad Gadget,
Essential Logic,
The Techniques,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tommy Roe,
John Lydon,
Deakin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boredoms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mojo Men,
Heaven 17,
Babytalk,
Al Stewart,
Pulsallama,
Rod Modell,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.