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 Belize and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Stereo Dub to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
The J.B.'s,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New Age Steppers,
Aswad,
E-Dancer,
Audionom,
Lou Reed,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dirtbombs,
Donald Byrd,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mojo Men,
Panda Bear,
Amon Düül,
The Residents,
Fat Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Blossom Toes,
Gabor Szabo,
Trumans Water,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cowsills,
The Trojans,
Pussy Galore,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Pus,
Gang Starr,
Radio Birdman,
Amazonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
LL Cool J,
The Fire Engines,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sällskapet,
Hasil Adkins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flipper,
Cybotron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skarface,
The Leaves,
the Human League,
Roxy Music,
Fela Kuti,
Soft Cell,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Moon,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fugs,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Sherman,
Crash Course in Science,
Freddie Wadling,
Alton Ellis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Smoke,
Icehouse,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.