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 Vietnam and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sex Pistols to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Robert Görl,
L. Decosne,
Roy Ayers,
Altered Images,
Basic Channel,
Sonic Youth,
Franke,
Sister Nancy,
Davy DMX,
Delon & Dalcan,
Second Layer,
10cc,
Brass Construction,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Monks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rod Modell,
Sixth Finger,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Matthew Halsall,
The Martian,
Judy Mowatt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alison Limerick,
New York Dolls,
Can,
Leonard Cohen,
Cameo,
Mantronix,
Gregory Isaacs,
Zero Boys,
Derrick May,
Harmonia,
The Offenders,
Joyce Sims,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Byrd,
Von Mondo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New Order,
The Cure,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fad Gadget,
Slave,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amon Düül,
Panda Bear,
Barry Ungar,
Nico,
Anakelly,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ornette Coleman,
Fluxion,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.