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 Mongolia 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 The Human League to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Mission of Burma,
The Residents,
Magma,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vainqueur,
Groovy Waters,
Monks,
Fad Gadget,
Crooked Eye,
Camberwell Now,
Ronnie Foster,
the Soft Cell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Visage,
The Monochrome Set,
Pantytec,
Dead Boys,
Mars,
Niagra,
Urselle,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sex Pistols,
Swell Maps,
Graham Central Station,
Hardrive,
Grauzone,
Khruangbin,
The Doors,
Masters at Work,
UT,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amazonics,
Radiohead,
Kaleidoscope,
The Evens,
Cluster,
Lungfish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ludus,
B.T. Express,
Ornette Coleman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-102,
Tomorrow,
Althea and Donna,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Glenn Branca,
Arcadia,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Excepter,
Soul II Soul,
Brass Construction,
Guru Guru,
the Germs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Searchers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sarah Menescal,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.