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 Chad and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the organ 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 the Human League to the rap 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeff Lynne,
Joe Finger,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun Ra,
June of 44,
Drexciya,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Smoke,
Brick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
D'Angelo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pantaleimon,
Juan Atkins,
Lungfish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Birthday Party,
Japan,
Soft Cell,
Michelle Simonal,
Kenny Larkin,
Tears for Fears,
The Standells,
PIL,
The Moody Blues,
Gerry Rafferty,
Glenn Branca,
Fad Gadget,
Todd Terry,
Urselle,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boz Scaggs,
Spoonie Gee,
DJ Style,
Davy DMX,
Aswad,
Supertramp,
The Barracudas,
H. Thieme,
The Index,
Thompson Twins,
Radiohead,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pere Ubu,
Alice Coltrane,
Maleditus Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Offenders,
Schoolly D,
John Foxx,
Morten Harket,
The Residents,
Funky Four + One,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.