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 Paraguay and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 Main Source to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Dave Gahan,
Chris & Cosey,
Babytalk,
The Count Five,
The Sonics,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun City Girls,
New Age Steppers,
10cc,
The Last Poets,
The Standells,
Jeff Lynne,
Ituana,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Christie,
Bush Tetras,
The Durutti Column,
Nico,
a-ha,
The Offenders,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dark Day,
Marine Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jerry's Kids,
CMW,
The Fall,
Shoche,
Rotary Connection,
Harpers Bizarre,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Five Americans,
Crooked Eye,
Connie Case,
Livin' Joy,
Rakim,
Supertramp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flipper,
MDC,
Loose Ends,
Lalann,
Erasure,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Japan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skaos,
Circle Jerks,
Technova,
Bobby Byrd,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sister Nancy,
Black Moon,
Marvin Gaye,
JFA,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Pop Group,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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