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 Malawi and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bauhaus to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Christie,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Wake,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Associates,
The Techniques,
Barry Ungar,
Loose Ends,
Oblivians,
Easy Going,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ronan,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Saints,
Newcleus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gichy Dan,
Procol Harum,
Infiniti,
Urselle,
The Doors,
Juan Atkins,
Cecil Taylor,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Standells,
Max Romeo,
The Misunderstood,
Wings,
Scott Walker,
Outsiders,
Bill Wells,
Jerry's Kids,
Eddi Front,
X-101,
Skriet,
Sight & Sound,
Scan 7,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dual Sessions,
Moss Icon,
Rosa Yemen,
the Association,
Sixth Finger,
Average White Band,
John Coltrane,
PIL,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cheater Slicks,
Eden Ahbez,
Andrew Hill,
Minutemen,
the Human League,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.