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 Djibouti and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Michael McDonald 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 David Bowie to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Warren Ellis,
Soul Sonic Force,
B.T. Express,
Angry Samoans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sandy B,
Television Personalities,
The Music Machine,
Ossler,
Fluxion,
The Searchers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crispian St. Peters,
Janne Schatter,
Soft Machine,
CMW,
Altered Images,
Scan 7,
Skriet,
kango's stein massive,
The Pretty Things,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Görl,
This Heat,
Roxette,
Ohio Players,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Monolake,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Juan Atkins,
The Moleskins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun City Girls,
Whodini,
Electric Prunes,
The Misunderstood,
the Bar-Kays,
The Birthday Party,
Funky Four + One,
Massinfluence,
Kayak,
Fela Kuti,
Blossom Toes,
the Association,
Zero Boys,
R.M.O.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Surgeon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Letta Mbulu,
Shoche,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deakin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Busters,
The Neon Judgement,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.