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 Finland and from Lagos.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Rites of Spring to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Barbara Tucker,
Albert Ayler,
Faraquet,
Schoolly D,
Animal Collective,
Arthur Verocai,
Saccharine Trust,
Donny Hathaway,
Roxette,
Lalann,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pet Shop Boys,
This Heat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Max Romeo,
The Grass Roots,
Metal Thangz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fugs,
The Divine Comedy,
The Evens,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Accadde A,
Smog,
Swell Maps,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Simply Red,
Scratch Acid,
Wings,
The United States of America,
The Birthday Party,
Harry Pussy,
Kas Product,
Dark Day,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sparks,
Supertramp,
Eddi Front,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Todd Rundgren,
Circle Jerks,
The Vogues,
Black Flag,
Underground Resistance,
JFA,
Mary Jane Girls,
Organ,
Chris & Cosey,
AZ,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Ludus,
L. Decosne,
Brass Construction,
Fad Gadget,
Ossler,
Eli Mardock,
Sam Rivers,
Fear,
the Germs,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.