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 Grenada and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roxy Music,
The Victims,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sällskapet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pere Ubu,
The Kinks,
Deadbeat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Von Mondo,
Roger Hodgson,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Byrd,
Morten Harket,
PIL,
Joey Negro,
Toni Rubio,
Shuggie Otis,
Pantaleimon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Basic Channel,
Scan 7,
The Gap Band,
Moby Grape,
Newcleus,
The Techniques,
Lungfish,
The Golliwogs,
Mr. Review,
Altered Images,
Vainqueur,
Henry Cow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wings,
Qualms,
Jandek,
Pussy Galore,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Swans,
The Smiths,
The Birthday Party,
Radio Birdman,
Black Pus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eurythmics,
Joensuu 1685,
Joy Division,
Minor Threat,
Graham Central Station,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skaos,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Whodini,
Yellowson,
Sandy B,
Ronan,
Matthew Halsall,
Heaven 17,
Blossom Toes,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.