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 Egypt and from Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 FM Einheit to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Colin Newman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Amazonics,
Barbara Tucker,
June of 44,
Peter and Kerry,
Gong,
Lightning Bolt,
Sällskapet,
Slick Rick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Judy Mowatt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Au Pairs,
Lalann,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ronan,
Severed Heads,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sarah Menescal,
Slave,
Joy Division,
The Selecter,
Cluster,
Arthur Verocai,
Sex Pistols,
Lebanon Hanover,
a-ha,
Television Personalities,
Ralphi Rosario,
Swans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sonic Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Pole,
Massinfluence,
Vladislav Delay,
Jesper Dahlback,
JFA,
Niagra,
Monks,
Derrick Morgan,
The Tremeloes,
Eve St. Jones,
The Star Department,
Infiniti,
The Fire Engines,
Matthew Bourne,
Organ,
Hasil Adkins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David Axelrod,
Procol Harum,
Darondo,
Erykah Badu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Trojans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joe Finger,
Boredoms,
F. McDonald,
John Coltrane,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.