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 Kazakhstan and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Colin Newman to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Sandy B,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tres Demented,
Schoolly D,
Bauhaus,
Harmonia,
F. McDonald,
Pylon,
a-ha,
Minutemen,
Livin' Joy,
Todd Rundgren,
Lindisfarne,
The Index,
Brick,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deakin,
T.S.O.L.,
Andrew Hill,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Basic Channel,
The Smoke,
Lyres,
Alison Limerick,
The Toasters,
Babytalk,
The J.B.'s,
Peter and Kerry,
Excepter,
Bob Dylan,
Dave Gahan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sound,
The Standells,
The Young Rascals,
JFA,
The Human League,
Glenn Branca,
The Techniques,
Erasure,
Man Parrish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eden Ahbez,
The Knickerbockers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cure,
K-Klass,
Angry Samoans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Count Five,
Can,
Los Fastidios,
The Martian,
Sixth Finger,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mojo Men,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.