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 Uruguay and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ten City to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
The Walker Brothers,
Desert Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
PIL,
DJ Style,
Idris Muhammad,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Monks,
Sparks,
Eric Copeland,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Faust,
Danielle Patucci,
Smog,
Ronnie Foster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ludus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dennis Brown,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moebius,
Outsiders,
Michelle Simonal,
Cluster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blancmange,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gun Club,
The New Christs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Pretty Things,
Essential Logic,
The Vogues,
Model 500,
Grauzone,
Ultravox,
The Fire Engines,
Nirvana,
Loose Ends,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Panda Bear,
Rekid,
Massinfluence,
Duran Duran,
Heaven 17,
Bauhaus,
Alison Limerick,
Radiopuhelimet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter & Gordon,
Babytalk,
James White and The Blacks,
Circle Jerks,
Derrick May,
Mad Mike,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.