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 Venezuela and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Happenings to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ten City,
Young Marble Giants,
Section 25,
Visage,
Danielle Patucci,
CMW,
Anthony Braxton,
the Association,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Davy DMX,
Soft Cell,
Radiopuhelimet,
MC5,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Index,
One Last Wish,
Absolute Body Control,
The Golliwogs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sister Nancy,
Alice Coltrane,
The Stooges,
D'Angelo,
KRS-One,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moby Grape,
Shoche,
The Human League,
The Moody Blues,
Tim Buckley,
Niagra,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brand Nubian,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sonny Sharrock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Theoretical Girls,
The Move,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cure,
Sparks,
Rakim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Essential Logic,
Altered Images,
The Young Rascals,
David Bowie,
F. McDonald,
The Monks,
Suicide,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Star Department,
Isaac Hayes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Unrelated Segments,
The Alarm Clocks,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.