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 Czech Republic and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sonic Youth to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
The Walker Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
Blake Baxter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jerry's Kids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bluetip,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pantaleimon,
Japan,
Sun City Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grey Daturas,
Aural Exciters,
The Gladiators,
Althea and Donna,
Sparks,
Flipper,
DJ Style,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soulsonic Force,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed,
Q and Not U,
Suburban Knight,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DNA,
Technova,
Bauhaus,
The Divine Comedy,
Cybotron,
Basic Channel,
Steve Hackett,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Young Marble Giants,
The Techniques,
Lower 48,
Scion,
Brothers Johnson,
Bill Wells,
Intrusion,
Jawbox,
Fugazi,
Amon Düül II,
Barclay James Harvest,
Von Mondo,
Tomorrow,
The Standells,
Crispy Ambulance,
AZ,
Archie Shepp,
The Pretty Things,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Womack,
Anthony Braxton,
The Star Department,
Skaos,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scientists,
Babytalk,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.