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 Poland and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 D'Angelo 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Blake Baxter,
Idris Muhammad,
The Index,
Michelle Simonal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tears for Fears,
Neil Young,
Jawbox,
Sun City Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oblivians,
Howard Jones,
Pere Ubu,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed,
Roxette,
Whodini,
Aural Exciters,
Ituana,
T. Rex,
Alice Coltrane,
Con Funk Shun,
The Associates,
Brass Construction,
Cecil Taylor,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Residents,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Qualms,
Glenn Branca,
The Five Americans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang of Four,
Girls At Our Best!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Japan,
Basic Channel,
A Certain Ratio,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cramps,
Bobby Sherman,
Bob Dylan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Christie,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moby Grape,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Anthony Braxton,
The Names,
EPMD,
Depeche Mode,
Stereo Dub,
Joy Division,
Marvin Gaye,
Dead Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ken Boothe,
Angry Samoans,
The Durutti Column,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.