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 Mozambique and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Jeff Mills to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Reagan Youth,
Man Parrish,
The Walker Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
The Doors,
Jacques Brel,
Howard Jones,
Bauhaus,
Faust,
The Names,
Hoover,
Fluxion,
Deepchord,
Quando Quango,
The Kinks,
the Swans,
Crime,
Arthur Verocai,
Khruangbin,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dead Boys,
Icehouse,
Soft Machine,
Average White Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Alison Limerick,
Soft Cell,
David McCallum,
Fad Gadget,
The Human League,
Jeru the Damaja,
Buzzcocks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Drive Like Jehu,
CMW,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thompson Twins,
Joey Negro,
John Lydon,
The Mojo Men,
These Immortal Souls,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gap Band,
Yellowson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang of Four,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Sheep,
Roxy Music,
Magma,
The Moody Blues,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amazonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
D'Angelo,
Delta 5,
Dark Day,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.