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 Uzbekistan and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 The Martian to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Intrusion,
The Leaves,
The Walker Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Half Japanese,
Aural Exciters,
Don Cherry,
Alphaville,
Ice-T,
Underground Resistance,
The Golliwogs,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Susan Cadogan,
Howard Jones,
Aloha Tigers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Urselle,
Aaron Thompson,
Youth Brigade,
Dark Day,
Scientists,
The Offenders,
FM Einheit,
The Knickerbockers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fluxion,
Throbbing Gristle,
Graham Central Station,
Drexciya,
Television,
Crispian St. Peters,
Donny Hathaway,
Joe Smooth,
The Evens,
Sexual Harrassment,
Q and Not U,
The Fall,
Steve Hackett,
Big Daddy Kane,
Danielle Patucci,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Suicide,
Von Mondo,
Bill Wells,
John Coltrane,
PIL,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fela Kuti,
The Buckinghams,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gories,
48th St. Collective,
Sight & Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Bananas,
Eddi Front,
The Move,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.