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 Senegal and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Pulsallama to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Subhumans,
Schoolly D,
The Gap Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fatback Band,
The Cowsills,
Tom Boy,
Chrome,
Desert Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neu!,
Robert Wyatt,
The Saints,
The Wake,
Scratch Acid,
Darondo,
Flash Fearless,
The Offenders,
Marc Almond,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joe Finger,
Black Pus,
The Victims,
The Angels of Light,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mission of Burma,
The Seeds,
Matthew Halsall,
PIL,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Y Pants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Inner City,
DNA,
Nico,
Das Ding,
Supertramp,
The Fire Engines,
Cheater Slicks,
Bang On A Can,
Trumans Water,
Warsaw,
Iggy Pop,
ABBA,
Mr. Review,
Easy Going,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rosa Yemen,
Prince Buster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Standells,
Blake Baxter,
Adolescents,
New Age Steppers,
Gabor Szabo,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.