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 India and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Jacques Brel,
The Victims,
The Names,
Blossom Toes,
MDC,
Boz Scaggs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Agitation Free,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radiopuhelimet,
F. McDonald,
Alice Coltrane,
Intrusion,
Man Eating Sloth,
PIL,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nirvana,
Nico,
Gang Starr,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Y Pants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sonic Youth,
The Fire Engines,
Crash Course in Science,
Barbara Tucker,
Colin Newman,
The Selecter,
This Heat,
The Velvet Underground,
Piero Umiliani,
Nick Fraelich,
John Foxx,
Robert Wyatt,
The Kinks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Buckinghams,
The Smiths,
Grandmaster Flash,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yazoo,
The Barracudas,
Deepchord,
Ludus,
Gong,
T.S.O.L.,
DJ Sneak,
Aural Exciters,
Vainqueur,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ice-T,
Roy Ayers,
Fugazi,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Negative Approach,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.