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 Togo and from Cairo.
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 Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Brick to the dance 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Gang of Four,
Saccharine Trust,
Simply Red,
8 Eyed Spy,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Blues Magoos,
Gong,
Infiniti,
Bill Wells,
Fluxion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Metal Thangz,
The Pretty Things,
Crash Course in Science,
Darondo,
Rufus Thomas,
Matthew Halsall,
Sparks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Matthew Bourne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lakeside,
Man Eating Sloth,
a-ha,
The Skatalites,
The Sound,
Man Parrish,
Ronan,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fugs,
Pere Ubu,
Outsiders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fat Boys,
Terry Callier,
Bizarre Inc.,
Erykah Badu,
the Bar-Kays,
The Blackbyrds,
Fatback Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultra Naté,
Tomorrow,
the Sonics,
The Slackers,
Warren Ellis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eli Mardock,
Suicide,
Jeff Mills,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric Dolphy,
June of 44,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marine Girls,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.