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 France and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Gang Gang Dance to the funk 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Agent Orange,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Human League,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joy Division,
Donald Byrd,
Yazoo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David McCallum,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Starr,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Bar-Kays,
Slick Rick,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crash Course in Science,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Radiohead,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minutemen,
kango's stein massive,
Pagans,
Ultra Naté,
LL Cool J,
Sällskapet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pere Ubu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tropical Tobacco,
Khruangbin,
Bob Dylan,
Moby Grape,
Jandek,
Ken Boothe,
CMW,
Technova,
Hardrive,
Josef K,
David Bowie,
Andrew Hill,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
L. Decosne,
a-ha,
Quando Quango,
Sugar Minott,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mojo Men,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Lydon,
Pantaleimon,
Massinfluence,
Brass Construction,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.