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 Taiwan and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 Mad Mike to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eli Mardock,
Ultra Naté,
Wolf Eyes,
Bronski Beat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Skarface,
the Sonics,
EPMD,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Urselle,
The Martian,
Animal Collective,
Roxy Music,
the Bar-Kays,
Boz Scaggs,
Hoover,
Rekid,
Blancmange,
Danielle Patucci,
Alton Ellis,
Japan,
Minor Threat,
The Monks,
Icehouse,
Warsaw,
Wasted Youth,
This Heat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Smoke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Moleskins,
Surgeon,
Funkadelic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Anakelly,
DNA,
Ralphi Rosario,
Absolute Body Control,
Angry Samoans,
The Cure,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jawbox,
Ponytail,
Country Teasers,
Deakin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Audionom,
Guru Guru,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bang On A Can,
Sonic Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Ten City,
Jerry's Kids,
Byron Stingily,
Moss Icon,
Q65,
Pantytec,
K-Klass,
Lucky Dragons,
Fear,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.