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 Latvia and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba 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 Vainqueur to the rock 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
UT,
The Offenders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Letta Mbulu,
La Düsseldorf,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy Collins,
Dave Gahan,
Kayak,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marine Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Severed Heads,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hoover,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Doors,
Quadrant,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Shoche,
Ronan,
Godley & Creme,
Byron Stingily,
The Index,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Theoretical Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Index,
Tears for Fears,
Motorama,
OOIOO,
John Foxx,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sex Pistols,
Eve St. Jones,
Joensuu 1685,
Tubeway Army,
Thee Headcoats,
MDC,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yazoo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amon Düül,
Wally Richardson,
Scrapy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vladislav Delay,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ice-T,
Swans,
Audionom,
Can,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Vogues,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.