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 Palau and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 Pierre Henry to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
The Seeds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amon Düül,
Parry Music,
Janne Schatter,
Spoonie Gee,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Echospace,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter and Kerry,
R.M.O.,
The Young Rascals,
Popol Vuh,
Malaria!,
Alison Limerick,
Ultravox,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Five Americans,
Nick Fraelich,
Groovy Waters,
the Human League,
The Skatalites,
Hashim,
The Angels of Light,
Fugazi,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Christie,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bang On A Can,
kango's stein massive,
Dark Day,
Quando Quango,
The Offenders,
Grauzone,
Josef K,
Unwound,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Sherman,
Darondo,
EPMD,
Al Stewart,
The Count Five,
ABBA,
The Litter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rapeman,
Cal Tjader,
June Days,
Chrome,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arab on Radar,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Sheep,
Scion,
The Zeros,
Liliput,
Mark Hollis,
The Cramps,
Robert Hood,
The Fall,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.