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 Hungary and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Inner City,
Boogie Down Productions,
Matthew Halsall,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Holt,
JFA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scott Walker,
The Velvet Underground,
KRS-One,
Monks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neil Young,
The Grass Roots,
Desert Stars,
Dual Sessions,
T.S.O.L.,
U.S. Maple,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bob Dylan,
Soft Cell,
Scan 7,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Human League,
Cluster,
Sugar Minott,
Eden Ahbez,
The Blackbyrds,
Deakin,
Amon Düül II,
Mad Mike,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Wake,
Rotary Connection,
Stereo Dub,
Alphaville,
Bobby Sherman,
Animal Collective,
Ultravox,
Spoonie Gee,
Unrelated Segments,
Q and Not U,
Smog,
The Dave Clark Five,
Young Marble Giants,
The American Breed,
The Remains,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marc Almond,
Crime,
Cal Tjader,
Basic Channel,
Soft Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Byrd,
Ronan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Technova,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.