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 Dominican Republic and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Eric Dolphy to the crunk 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Organ,
Kerrie Biddell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Inner City,
Shoche,
Suburban Knight,
John Lydon,
The Black Dice,
Erasure,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radiohead,
Black Flag,
The Raincoats,
The Smoke,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dave Gahan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Reagan Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skaos,
Jawbox,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dark Day,
Matthew Halsall,
Echospace,
the Association,
The Blackbyrds,
Lungfish,
Terry Callier,
Susan Cadogan,
Hardrive,
Fela Kuti,
Joe Smooth,
Aloha Tigers,
Bad Manners,
Archie Shepp,
Mandrill,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Q and Not U,
DJ Sneak,
Motorama,
Spoonie Gee,
Freddie Wadling,
U.S. Maple,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Golliwogs,
Erykah Badu,
This Heat,
Qualms,
Oneida,
Lee Hazlewood,
a-ha,
The Slits,
The American Breed,
Bobby Sherman,
Sonic Youth,
Stiv Bators,
B.T. Express,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.