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 Russia 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Slave to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Durutti Column,
Agitation Free,
Banda Bassotti,
The Human League,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Judy Mowatt,
The Blackbyrds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Sheep,
Wings,
Qualms,
Kayak,
The Young Rascals,
Babytalk,
Main Source,
Jeff Mills,
Young Marble Giants,
Liliput,
Animal Collective,
Tears for Fears,
Donald Byrd,
Country Teasers,
The Selecter,
Can,
The Black Dice,
Yazoo,
Deepchord,
John Holt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Altered Images,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Howard Jones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
ABBA,
Grauzone,
The Star Department,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fire Engines,
AZ,
Malaria!,
The Searchers,
The Mummies,
Black Flag,
Steve Hackett,
the Germs,
Nas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Max Romeo,
The Barracudas,
Tubeway Army,
Parry Music,
Todd Terry,
New York Dolls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Moon,
Dennis Brown,
EPMD,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.