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 Toronto.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Johnny Clarke to the rock 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Public Enemy,
The Fall,
FM Einheit,
The Skatalites,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Loose Ends,
Kaleidoscope,
Electric Prunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pierre Henry,
Groovy Waters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joey Negro,
Bill Wells,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Agitation Free,
Buzzcocks,
Slave,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bush Tetras,
Brass Construction,
Al Stewart,
Intrusion,
Circle Jerks,
David Axelrod,
The Motions,
World's Most,
Isaac Hayes,
The Five Americans,
Gerry Rafferty,
JFA,
Country Teasers,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fortunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Magma,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Michelle Simonal,
Main Source,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare,
Public Image Ltd.,
PIL,
Sixth Finger,
X-101,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cowsills,
Gabor Szabo,
Jacob Miller,
Kool Moe Dee,
Q and Not U,
Moby Grape,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.