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 Australia and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scan 7 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall 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?
Rosa Yemen,
Suicide,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fluxion,
Livin' Joy,
Susan Cadogan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tomorrow,
The Sonics,
Morten Harket,
The Toasters,
Dennis Brown,
Television Personalities,
One Last Wish,
Amazonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Duran Duran,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ornette Coleman,
X-102,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cecil Taylor,
Oneida,
World's Most,
Das Ding,
L. Decosne,
Tears for Fears,
Sister Nancy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Public Enemy,
Spoonie Gee,
John Coltrane,
DJ Sneak,
kango's stein massive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soft Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Y Pants,
Lindisfarne,
Agent Orange,
Scion,
The Kinks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Juan Atkins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dawn Penn,
Roger Hodgson,
The Leaves,
Dave Gahan,
Hasil Adkins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Red Krayola,
Agitation Free,
Wire,
Sound Behaviour,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Wake,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yaz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.