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 Serbia and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Gang Starr to the jazz 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Absolute Body Control,
Sonic Youth,
Technova,
The Velvet Underground,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rosa Yemen,
Marine Girls,
DJ Style,
Wire,
Siglo XX,
Flipper,
The Litter,
Neu!,
Camouflage,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeff Lynne,
Maurizio,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Görl,
Bush Tetras,
Cecil Taylor,
Soul II Soul,
Swell Maps,
The Black Dice,
Young Marble Giants,
Porter Ricks,
Depeche Mode,
The Red Krayola,
Lyres,
Sister Nancy,
Alton Ellis,
Chrome,
E-Dancer,
The Kinks,
The Durutti Column,
Sugar Minott,
Arcadia,
The Monochrome Set,
The Star Department,
Skriet,
Vladislav Delay,
Mark Hollis,
Brass Construction,
Crime,
Boz Scaggs,
Scientists,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Smiths,
Sun City Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Warsaw,
Max Romeo,
The Wake,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Magma,
AZ,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.