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 Belarus and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ituana to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Desert Stars,
The Real Kids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Maleditus Sound,
Urselle,
Oneida,
Buzzcocks,
Marine Girls,
The Motions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Normal,
Suburban Knight,
The Gap Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Eve St. Jones,
Lightning Bolt,
Donny Hathaway,
Khruangbin,
Janne Schatter,
World's Most,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Zapp,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Byrd,
Nas,
Idris Muhammad,
The Red Krayola,
Ponytail,
The Music Machine,
KRS-One,
Robert Wyatt,
Sight & Sound,
The Martian,
Cecil Taylor,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fat Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Nico,
Nik Kershaw,
Alice Coltrane,
Wire,
Kenny Larkin,
Lindisfarne,
Tears for Fears,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skriet,
The Young Rascals,
Second Layer,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Absolute Body Control,
China Crisis,
Grauzone,
Quantec,
Funky Four + One,
Pylon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Public Image Ltd.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.