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 Macedonia and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Dual Sessions to the grime 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joe Finger,
Bush Tetras,
Don Cherry,
Tomorrow,
Animal Collective,
Make Up,
Michelle Simonal,
Bluetip,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sex Pistols,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joey Negro,
Wire,
Aswad,
Inner City,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Görl,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brothers Johnson,
Dennis Brown,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Tubeway Army,
Franke,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Starr,
Funkadelic,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Christie,
Desert Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
In Retrospect,
Yaz,
Gichy Dan,
Shoche,
Pole,
A Certain Ratio,
Depeche Mode,
The Move,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
June of 44,
Sun City Girls,
The Barracudas,
Simply Red,
The Happenings,
Brick,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wally Richardson,
China Crisis,
Crime,
the Human League,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Martian,
Nils Olav,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultravox,
Whodini,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.