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 Kazakhstan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Thompson Twins to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare,
Stereo Dub,
Shoche,
Hashim,
Quantec,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Pus,
the Normal,
Babytalk,
KRS-One,
Ituana,
Marcia Griffiths,
Can,
Kaleidoscope,
Kas Product,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Television Personalities,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Golliwogs,
Circle Jerks,
The Sonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
F. McDonald,
the Human League,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cameo,
Echospace,
Procol Harum,
Colin Newman,
Faraquet,
Patti Smith,
Marc Almond,
Dark Day,
John Foxx,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Association,
Sexual Harrassment,
Guru Guru,
The Trojans,
Country Teasers,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
These Immortal Souls,
Joey Negro,
Sandy B,
The Searchers,
Laurel Aitken,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Warren Ellis,
Jerry's Kids,
Blossom Toes,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Invisible,
Talk Talk,
Nas,
The Black Dice,
Wire,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.