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 Romania and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 Alison Limerick to the crunk 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites 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?
Carl Craig,
Hashim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Andrew Hill,
The Moleskins,
Camouflage,
Subhumans,
Ultra Naté,
Scientists,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Second Layer,
Peter & Gordon,
Main Source,
New Order,
Suburban Knight,
Shuggie Otis,
Neu!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Goldenarms,
48th St. Collective,
Animal Collective,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joensuu 1685,
Yazoo,
Connie Case,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Faraquet,
Heaven 17,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Wake,
a-ha,
Circle Jerks,
Bronski Beat,
Cymande,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dead C,
Soul II Soul,
The Stooges,
Bill Near,
Ronan,
Rufus Thomas,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dave Clark Five,
Electric Prunes,
Eli Mardock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wire,
Godley & Creme,
Simply Red,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Flag,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Invisible,
Interpol,
The Red Krayola,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Move,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.