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 Mauritania and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
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 Roxette to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Faraquet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Masters at Work,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
In Retrospect,
Aloha Tigers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Starr,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vainqueur,
Japan,
Icehouse,
Jacques Brel,
John Lydon,
The Residents,
Dennis Brown,
Aural Exciters,
Y Pants,
Fatback Band,
The Young Rascals,
Letta Mbulu,
Bootsy Collins,
Ludus,
cv313,
Tom Boy,
Dead Boys,
Swell Maps,
Ituana,
New York Dolls,
Eric Copeland,
Blake Baxter,
the Human League,
The Pretty Things,
The Seeds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tres Demented,
Amon Düül II,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed,
Ultravox,
Eve St. Jones,
Slick Rick,
Oblivians,
Skriet,
Technova,
Agitation Free,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Real Kids,
Quadrant,
Subhumans,
Hashim,
Thee Headcoats,
Lightning Bolt,
Pagans,
Essential Logic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Charles Mingus,
D'Angelo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Motions,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.