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 Croatia 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Television to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Altered Images,
Cameo,
Loose Ends,
The Star Department,
Clear Light,
Accadde A,
Kenny Larkin,
Erasure,
Donny Hathaway,
Excepter,
DNA,
MC5,
Bang On A Can,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Organ,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fad Gadget,
Kas Product,
Bobby Byrd,
Duran Duran,
The Victims,
Matthew Bourne,
Mark Hollis,
John Lydon,
The Count Five,
OOIOO,
Angry Samoans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Depeche Mode,
Ken Boothe,
Make Up,
Spoonie Gee,
Minor Threat,
Fat Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dennis Brown,
The Flesh Eaters,
Von Mondo,
Eden Ahbez,
Anakelly,
Mantronix,
Can,
Iggy Pop,
The Divine Comedy,
Rufus Thomas,
The Leaves,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scan 7,
Metal Thangz,
This Heat,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott Heron,
Shuggie Otis,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Green,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Prince Buster,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.