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 Dominican Republic and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soft Cell to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Country Teasers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Siglo XX,
Con Funk Shun,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Monks,
Technova,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arab on Radar,
Byron Stingily,
Ultravox,
Tommy Roe,
Sight & Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Slits,
The Cowsills,
Inner City,
Lyres,
Wire,
Ronnie Foster,
Harmonia,
Brand Nubian,
Tim Buckley,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sixth Finger,
The Cosmic Jokers,
China Crisis,
Organ,
The Techniques,
Fear,
kango's stein massive,
Cymande,
Metal Thangz,
Young Marble Giants,
Letta Mbulu,
Patti Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Walker Brothers,
Anakelly,
Gang Starr,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Moleskins,
Pantaleimon,
James White and The Blacks,
Bauhaus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dead C,
Ornette Coleman,
Maleditus Sound,
X-102,
Mo-Dettes,
Zapp,
Hardrive,
Essential Logic,
Crime,
The Litter,
the Soft Cell,
Excepter,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.