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 Guinea-Bissau and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 Chris Corsano to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Piero Umiliani,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aural Exciters,
Howard Jones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roger Hodgson,
Marvin Gaye,
Bootsy Collins,
Soul II Soul,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
H. Thieme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scan 7,
Chris Corsano,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Das Ding,
Todd Terry,
DJ Style,
Maleditus Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roy Ayers,
Pierre Henry,
Blake Baxter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Organ,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Last Poets,
Television,
Pussy Galore,
Terry Callier,
X-101,
Joyce Sims,
Cybotron,
Godley & Creme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
B.T. Express,
Shoche,
The Monochrome Set,
Metal Thangz,
Funky Four + One,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-102,
Robert Wyatt,
Marine Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Golliwogs,
Rites of Spring,
The Mummies,
Barry Ungar,
World's Most,
The Cramps,
Jandek,
MC5,
Prince Buster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.