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 San Marino and from London.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the theremin 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 Hashim to the grunge 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
John Foxx,
Cybotron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Derrick May,
The Remains,
The Blues Magoos,
Neu!,
Terrestrial Tones,
Circle Jerks,
These Immortal Souls,
The Raincoats,
the Swans,
Danielle Patucci,
La Düsseldorf,
Eddi Front,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cluster,
Byron Stingily,
CMW,
Sixth Finger,
Wings,
Radio Birdman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ituana,
Aural Exciters,
Spandau Ballet,
the Normal,
Funkadelic,
Porter Ricks,
Rites of Spring,
The Standells,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flamin' Groovies,
Supertramp,
Juan Atkins,
Amazonics,
The J.B.'s,
The New Christs,
AZ,
The Star Department,
Althea and Donna,
Smog,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mummies,
Metal Thangz,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Laurel Aitken,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Red Krayola,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun Ra,
cv313,
Skriet,
The Leaves,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.