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 Niger and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Glambeats Corp. to the electroclash 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deakin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Ten City,
The United States of America,
The Saints,
Wings,
Animal Collective,
Barbara Tucker,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Human League,
Josef K,
Deakin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Masters at Work,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Misunderstood,
The Velvet Underground,
Suicide,
Joy Division,
Tres Demented,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moss Icon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scrapy,
the Human League,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Reagan Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Con Funk Shun,
Outsiders,
Bobby Byrd,
Soul II Soul,
Sarah Menescal,
Scan 7,
Motorama,
Blossom Toes,
Ultra Naté,
Quantec,
Make Up,
Pulsallama,
Black Moon,
Kayak,
Blancmange,
Nirvana,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Soft Cell,
The Pretty Things,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Faust,
Aswad,
Slave,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jerry's Kids,
James White and The Blacks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bush Tetras,
Amon Düül,
The Walker Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.