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 Israel and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Lalo Schifrin to the techno 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
Marvin Gaye,
Bush Tetras,
The Red Krayola,
Godley & Creme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cybotron,
Black Moon,
Procol Harum,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Remains,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare,
Spandau Ballet,
Sugar Minott,
Anakelly,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Swans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
Kaleidoscope,
Althea and Donna,
Warren Ellis,
Ken Boothe,
Soft Cell,
Parry Music,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television Personalities,
X-101,
DJ Sneak,
The Pretty Things,
Donny Hathaway,
JFA,
Pantaleimon,
The Slits,
Underground Resistance,
H. Thieme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fall,
Depeche Mode,
The Busters,
Dead Boys,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott Heron,
Symarip,
The Durutti Column,
Jeff Lynne,
Panda Bear,
The Happenings,
The Blackbyrds,
The Monks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radio Birdman,
John Lydon,
The Selecter,
Chrome,
The Black Dice,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.