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 San Marino and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Wally Richardson to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Jerry's Kids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brick,
Scrapy,
The Busters,
Negative Approach,
Thee Headcoats,
The Grass Roots,
Faust,
Marshall Jefferson,
Khruangbin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gun Club,
Underground Resistance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dead Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Sonic Youth,
The Mummies,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Trojans,
Ultra Naté,
Joe Finger,
Bootsy Collins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wings,
Byron Stingily,
Can,
The Electric Prunes,
The Martian,
Y Pants,
E-Dancer,
Tom Boy,
Chrome,
Connie Case,
Wally Richardson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
L. Decosne,
ABBA,
David Axelrod,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alphaville,
Panda Bear,
The Walker Brothers,
FM Einheit,
The Sound,
Goldenarms,
The Seeds,
Barrington Levy,
Metal Thangz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marc Almond,
Yellowson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sight & Sound,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.