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 Belize and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Henry Cow to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Sparks,
The Fuzztones,
Parry Music,
Johnny Clarke,
Boz Scaggs,
Soft Cell,
Lucky Dragons,
EPMD,
Gabor Szabo,
Crooked Eye,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deadbeat,
48th St. Collective,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joy Division,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
LL Cool J,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The J.B.'s,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Underground Resistance,
The Blackbyrds,
Spoonie Gee,
Althea and Donna,
B.T. Express,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Au Pairs,
Ponytail,
MDC,
Deakin,
Derrick Morgan,
Camouflage,
James White and The Blacks,
Scratch Acid,
Sister Nancy,
The Mojo Men,
Bill Wells,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bootsy Collins,
Minutemen,
Harmonia,
PIL,
Freddie Wadling,
Roger Hodgson,
Newcleus,
T.S.O.L.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Carl Craig,
the Swans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric Dolphy,
Duran Duran,
Sun City Girls,
Alton Ellis,
ABBA,
Neu!,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cosmic Jokers,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.