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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the theremin 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 Bad Manners to the grime 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Junior Murvin,
Erykah Badu,
Theoretical Girls,
China Crisis,
K-Klass,
Bauhaus,
Mark Hollis,
Simply Red,
The Alarm Clocks,
Heaven 17,
Mo-Dettes,
Bill Wells,
Hardrive,
In Retrospect,
Oneida,
FM Einheit,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tubeway Army,
Average White Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soulsonic Force,
Jerry's Kids,
A Certain Ratio,
The Divine Comedy,
Ossler,
Joe Finger,
The Black Dice,
Althea and Donna,
Barrington Levy,
Pantytec,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Pop Group,
Slave,
Tomorrow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Al Stewart,
Half Japanese,
Iggy Pop,
Scion,
Ten City,
Jawbox,
a-ha,
Warsaw,
Eurythmics,
Mars,
Grauzone,
Panda Bear,
Lalann,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Don Cherry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Massinfluence,
OOIOO,
Throbbing Gristle,
These Immortal Souls,
Severed Heads,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.