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 Armenia and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 The Techniques to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Quando Quango,
The J.B.'s,
Wings,
Inner City,
Negative Approach,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Hood,
the Swans,
The Residents,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sällskapet,
The Music Machine,
The Martian,
Skriet,
The Remains,
The Misunderstood,
Prince Buster,
The Mummies,
Moebius,
Eli Mardock,
Max Romeo,
Scott Walker,
Accadde A,
Boz Scaggs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deepchord,
Brothers Johnson,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Angels of Light,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blake Baxter,
Mission of Burma,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun Ra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Litter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Searchers,
FM Einheit,
Talk Talk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soft Machine,
Sam Rivers,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Durutti Column,
Alison Limerick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
F. McDonald,
Lightning Bolt,
The Offenders,
Curtis Mayfield,
Das Ding,
Vladislav Delay,
Chrome,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.