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 Suriname and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Depeche Mode to the punk 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
PIL,
Janne Schatter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David Axelrod,
Jerry's Kids,
K-Klass,
Electric Prunes,
Donny Hathaway,
Nico,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Five Americans,
DJ Style,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Move,
Yazoo,
Section 25,
Yellowson,
Howard Jones,
Robert Hood,
Ituana,
Pere Ubu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Trumans Water,
Susan Cadogan,
Dave Gahan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David McCallum,
Sonic Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
Don Cherry,
Panda Bear,
Niagra,
Siglo XX,
Crash Course in Science,
EPMD,
Iggy Pop,
Monks,
the Slits,
Arthur Verocai,
Pagans,
Johnny Clarke,
CMW,
Delta 5,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tomorrow,
Gang Starr,
F. McDonald,
Brass Construction,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mojo Men,
Isaac Hayes,
Minnie Riperton,
Parry Music,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Black Dice,
Basic Channel,
Smog,
The Raincoats,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.