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 Lucia and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 Names to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
E-Dancer,
Thee Headcoats,
Stockholm Monsters,
Talk Talk,
Reagan Youth,
Nico,
R.M.O.,
Goldenarms,
Rod Modell,
Anthony Braxton,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Au Pairs,
Severed Heads,
kango's stein massive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cowsills,
Interpol,
The Count Five,
Fela Kuti,
The Saints,
Susan Cadogan,
The Slits,
Scrapy,
Leonard Cohen,
Buzzcocks,
The Wake,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
cv313,
Japan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The United States of America,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Massinfluence,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott Heron,
Los Fastidios,
H. Thieme,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Delta 5,
Sonic Youth,
Suicide,
Tubeway Army,
FM Einheit,
The Gladiators,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Kinks,
Joyce Sims,
Jacques Brel,
The Standells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Magazine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Seeds,
The Blackbyrds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Colin Newman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.