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 Malta and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the jazz 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Drexciya,
Eric Dolphy,
The Real Kids,
Crooked Eye,
Eric Copeland,
Marmalade,
DNA,
Eurythmics,
Scott Walker,
Sparks,
Mandrill,
Minny Pops,
Main Source,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joy Division,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hardrive,
Althea and Donna,
Excepter,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Green,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alice Coltrane,
Mantronix,
Spoonie Gee,
Grey Daturas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Electric Prunes,
The Moleskins,
The Remains,
L. Decosne,
Henry Cow,
The Angels of Light,
The Cowsills,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Japan,
Moby Grape,
Camouflage,
Monolake,
The American Breed,
Icehouse,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nico,
Todd Terry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hoover,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skaos,
The Sound,
The Human League,
David McCallum,
Pere Ubu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeff Mills,
Little Man,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Görl,
Angry Samoans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft.
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.