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 Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gerry Rafferty to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tears for Fears,
Magazine,
Susan Cadogan,
Skaos,
The Blackbyrds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dirtbombs,
Man Parrish,
Technova,
Grey Daturas,
The United States of America,
Deepchord,
Matthew Bourne,
The Associates,
Jandek,
Television,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Severed Heads,
The Gories,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Slits,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Delta 5,
Second Layer,
Eric Copeland,
Von Mondo,
The Angels of Light,
Charles Mingus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rites of Spring,
Gong,
One Last Wish,
Mo-Dettes,
R.M.O.,
Malaria!,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Hood,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Little Man,
Terry Callier,
Mark Hollis,
Minnie Riperton,
Organ,
The Names,
Mandrill,
Aaron Thompson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Erykah Badu,
kango's stein massive,
Ken Boothe,
AZ,
Quantec,
The Gun Club,
Peter and Kerry,
JFA,
Moby Grape,
U.S. Maple,
Q65,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.