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 Moldova and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Pole to the rock 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
The Skatalites,
Jacob Miller,
The Dead C,
OOIOO,
Lalo Schifrin,
The American Breed,
Scrapy,
Index,
The Searchers,
Jerry's Kids,
Ken Boothe,
The Count Five,
Bob Dylan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roxy Music,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dawn Penn,
Heaven 17,
Radio Birdman,
Connie Case,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yaz,
Lou Reed,
Flipper,
The Cramps,
Eddi Front,
The Fall,
The Evens,
Warsaw,
Mo-Dettes,
Bang On A Can,
The Toasters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Drexciya,
The United States of America,
Supertramp,
Trumans Water,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blake Baxter,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sound,
MC5,
Marine Girls,
JFA,
The Standells,
The Remains,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Motorama,
Darondo,
The Detroit Cobras,
AZ,
Lindisfarne,
Brand Nubian,
The Birthday Party,
Don Cherry,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.