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 Estonia and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Ken Boothe to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Unwound,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Dolphy,
Spoonie Gee,
Stiv Bators,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric Copeland,
Stereo Dub,
Bluetip,
Jandek,
the Human League,
The Gun Club,
Wolf Eyes,
Model 500,
Anakelly,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Isaac Hayes,
Marine Girls,
Organ,
T. Rex,
In Retrospect,
Morten Harket,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Walker Brothers,
Eurythmics,
Scientists,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Drexciya,
Mission of Burma,
The Blues Magoos,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter and Kerry,
Television Personalities,
Cheater Slicks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Beau Brummels,
Popol Vuh,
the Association,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Offenders,
Scott Walker,
Brothers Johnson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minutemen,
Sonic Youth,
Bob Dylan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Inner City,
Agent Orange,
Tres Demented,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bronski Beat,
Thee Headcoats,
Pulsallama,
Shoche,
Flash Fearless,
the Normal,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Womack,
The Count Five,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.