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 Andorra and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 World's Most to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
the Germs,
Erykah Badu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Althea and Donna,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fatback Band,
This Heat,
Ronnie Foster,
Essential Logic,
Jawbox,
Agitation Free,
the Bar-Kays,
Lucky Dragons,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vainqueur,
Juan Atkins,
Faust,
Gang of Four,
Janne Schatter,
Max Romeo,
Warsaw,
Marc Almond,
Interpol,
The Cramps,
Siglo XX,
Deakin,
Lalann,
Subhumans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Anakelly,
New York Dolls,
Drexciya,
The Star Department,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Graham Central Station,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Green,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alison Limerick,
Bang On A Can,
Glenn Branca,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blake Baxter,
Los Fastidios,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Heaven 17,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barrington Levy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
AZ,
The Music Machine,
The Gladiators,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Bananas,
Barbara Tucker,
Make Up,
The Gories,
The Move,
The Evens,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.