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 Czech Republic and from Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Wally Richardson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Sight & Sound,
The Human League,
Television Personalities,
John Cale,
The Monks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kurtis Blow,
Eddi Front,
Dennis Brown,
Fugazi,
The Young Rascals,
Zero Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeff Mills,
Black Sheep,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Spandau Ballet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Drive Like Jehu,
Panda Bear,
T. Rex,
The Sisters of Mercy,
June of 44,
Pantytec,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yaz,
Visage,
Schoolly D,
Icehouse,
The Cure,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Moon,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mojo Men,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Technova,
Suicide,
Buzzcocks,
The Grass Roots,
Harry Pussy,
Joe Finger,
Echospace,
Archie Shepp,
Organ,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Real Kids,
Boredoms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Basic Channel,
Brick,
Gichy Dan,
Byron Stingily,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nik Kershaw,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang of Four,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yazoo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roxy Music,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.