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 Lebanon and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the disco 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Evens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
The Zeros,
Sällskapet,
Robert Görl,
Groovy Waters,
Vladislav Delay,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Faust,
Animal Collective,
The Raincoats,
Erykah Badu,
Reagan Youth,
Barry Ungar,
The Young Rascals,
Excepter,
Visage,
Bill Near,
Janne Schatter,
Lindisfarne,
This Heat,
Pole,
Royal Trux,
Throbbing Gristle,
Unwound,
Soft Cell,
Make Up,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
cv313,
Anthony Braxton,
Underground Resistance,
Buzzcocks,
Oblivians,
Drexciya,
Malaria!,
The Real Kids,
Pierre Henry,
Technova,
Pulsallama,
Godley & Creme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wasted Youth,
Brand Nubian,
Eddi Front,
Blancmange,
Intrusion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DJ Sneak,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deepchord,
Camberwell Now,
Public Enemy,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Offenders,
Dead Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
10cc,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.