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 Denmark and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lungfish to the techno 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Aural Exciters,
Malaria!,
June Days,
Barrington Levy,
Spoonie Gee,
Stiv Bators,
Sun City Girls,
Sister Nancy,
New York Dolls,
Sällskapet,
the Soft Cell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Piero Umiliani,
Hasil Adkins,
OOIOO,
Delta 5,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mandrill,
The Evens,
Black Pus,
Rod Modell,
The Martian,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Carl Craig,
The Cramps,
Amon Düül,
Skaos,
The Trojans,
Connie Case,
Alphaville,
John Foxx,
Soft Machine,
Ituana,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yazoo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Can,
Laurel Aitken,
The Beau Brummels,
The Golliwogs,
AZ,
Nas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fatback Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Max Romeo,
Moss Icon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
T. Rex,
Massinfluence,
The Sonics,
Jerry's Kids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wings,
Minny Pops,
The Fire Engines,
Dennis Brown,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.