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 Milan.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Supertramp to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Jawbox,
Los Fastidios,
The Birthday Party,
Erasure,
The Fugs,
Reagan Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Pole,
Iggy Pop,
Whodini,
Drexciya,
Roxette,
The Names,
Public Enemy,
Theoretical Girls,
The Wake,
Vladislav Delay,
Basic Channel,
Thee Headcoats,
John Cale,
June Days,
The Fall,
Section 25,
The Offenders,
Gang of Four,
Monolake,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gun Club,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Susan Cadogan,
Roger Hodgson,
Nils Olav,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hot Snakes,
the Association,
Swell Maps,
Average White Band,
Dead Boys,
Sällskapet,
John Foxx,
Bauhaus,
The Toasters,
Motorama,
Con Funk Shun,
Rod Modell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Germs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Todd Terry,
Cal Tjader,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Carl Craig,
Intrusion,
The J.B.'s,
Yellowson,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.