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 Vanuatu and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Public Image Ltd. to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Colin Newman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Delta 5,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
F. McDonald,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Heaven 17,
MDC,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gong,
Eddi Front,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Talk Talk,
Lalann,
Yusef Lateef,
Sister Nancy,
the Swans,
Boredoms,
Visage,
Matthew Bourne,
Monolake,
The Modern Lovers,
The Young Rascals,
Marmalade,
Black Flag,
Sandy B,
OOIOO,
Intrusion,
Yellowson,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harry Pussy,
Joe Smooth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Reuben Wilson,
Dennis Brown,
EPMD,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nas,
Barry Ungar,
Oblivians,
Quando Quango,
Sixth Finger,
Scott Walker,
The Golliwogs,
Joey Negro,
Gang of Four,
Eli Mardock,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bluetip,
The Divine Comedy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Move,
Slave,
Massinfluence,
Mandrill,
Wire,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.