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 Angola and from Toronto.
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 Johannesburg.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crispian St. Peters to the electroclash 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Slick Rick,
Buzzcocks,
The Golliwogs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gichy Dan,
Clear Light,
Barrington Levy,
Brand Nubian,
Technova,
Bauhaus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jawbox,
Erasure,
a-ha,
Chrome,
Outsiders,
Duran Duran,
June of 44,
Deakin,
Minutemen,
Bang On A Can,
The Modern Lovers,
Rufus Thomas,
Pere Ubu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scan 7,
Massinfluence,
In Retrospect,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cramps,
Mantronix,
Arthur Verocai,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brothers Johnson,
Heaven 17,
Godley & Creme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Buckinghams,
Crime,
Aural Exciters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Althea and Donna,
The Motions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Associates,
Rhythm & Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Swans,
David Bowie,
The Electric Prunes,
Soft Cell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arab on Radar,
Faraquet,
Joyce Sims,
Joe Finger,
Eric Copeland,
The Blackbyrds,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.