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 Kenya and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Panda Bear to the rap 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Nico,
Lalann,
Slick Rick,
The United States of America,
Crispian St. Peters,
Spandau Ballet,
Siglo XX,
Mad Mike,
Charles Mingus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dead C,
Yaz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Faraquet,
Livin' Joy,
the Association,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Real Kids,
Stereo Dub,
Althea and Donna,
John Coltrane,
Accadde A,
The Skatalites,
Swans,
Scratch Acid,
The Cowsills,
The Gladiators,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sister Nancy,
The Mummies,
Todd Terry,
Khruangbin,
The Fire Engines,
New Age Steppers,
Marvin Gaye,
Fear,
The Electric Prunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Knickerbockers,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Flesh Eaters,
DJ Style,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Schoolly D,
Scion,
James White and The Blacks,
The Selecter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jandek,
Heaven 17,
Joe Finger,
LL Cool J,
Massinfluence,
Jawbox,
The Red Krayola,
Magma,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.