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 Haiti and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
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 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 Crime 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Motorama,
New Order,
Symarip,
Pantytec,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Y Pants,
Bill Wells,
Alton Ellis,
Joyce Sims,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
R.M.O.,
World's Most,
Stetsasonic,
Soulsonic Force,
Index,
Popol Vuh,
Severed Heads,
Aswad,
The Fire Engines,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sandy B,
Andrew Hill,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quantec,
The Moleskins,
Newcleus,
Dawn Penn,
Roy Ayers,
Pylon,
Oneida,
The Vogues,
China Crisis,
the Human League,
The Misunderstood,
D'Angelo,
The Index,
Jimmy McGriff,
DJ Sneak,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rufus Thomas,
Donald Byrd,
The Kinks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
The Real Kids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
U.S. Maple,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Talk Talk,
Hoover,
Pagans,
Vladislav Delay,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rod Modell,
Essential Logic,
Letta Mbulu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.