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 United States and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Newcleus to the rap 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Lakeside,
The Pop Group,
Bronski Beat,
Bauhaus,
The Cowsills,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Zapp,
Peter and Kerry,
Alton Ellis,
Von Mondo,
Glenn Branca,
Intrusion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Victims,
Ornette Coleman,
UT,
The Mummies,
The Litter,
Danielle Patucci,
MDC,
Rapeman,
Radiohead,
Joensuu 1685,
Massinfluence,
Pere Ubu,
Arthur Verocai,
Wolf Eyes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flash Fearless,
Boredoms,
Cybotron,
R.M.O.,
The Barracudas,
Wire,
Quadrant,
La Düsseldorf,
Nick Fraelich,
Morten Harket,
Symarip,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amon Düül II,
Godley & Creme,
Young Marble Giants,
The Beau Brummels,
Loose Ends,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Motions,
The Angels of Light,
Smog,
Swans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lightning Bolt,
Rotary Connection,
Thompson Twins,
Joe Finger,
Hoover,
Gabor Szabo,
FM Einheit,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.