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 Bahrain and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Depeche Mode to the rap 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Sällskapet,
Unwound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flipper,
The Smiths,
Magazine,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric Dolphy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nils Olav,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dennis Brown,
Cameo,
Hashim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Junior Murvin,
Reagan Youth,
Tomorrow,
June Days,
Pantaleimon,
The Last Poets,
Fad Gadget,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mark Hollis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Green,
Rapeman,
Model 500,
The Barracudas,
Infiniti,
The Golliwogs,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fuzztones,
John Coltrane,
Radio Birdman,
Royal Trux,
48th St. Collective,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kurtis Blow,
Kas Product,
Tears for Fears,
The United States of America,
The Names,
Symarip,
Bill Near,
One Last Wish,
The Slackers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stereo Dub,
Swell Maps,
Cecil Taylor,
The Pop Group,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Wyatt,
Wings,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.