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 Zimbabwe and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bang On A Can to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rakim,
Prince Buster,
Susan Cadogan,
Donny Hathaway,
Harpers Bizarre,
Motorama,
Bronski Beat,
Stiv Bators,
Kenny Larkin,
Bob Dylan,
The Music Machine,
Black Sheep,
Grauzone,
Dead Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Sun City Girls,
Panda Bear,
Make Up,
Main Source,
Dave Gahan,
10cc,
the Human League,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wally Richardson,
Lower 48,
Fugazi,
Skaos,
Scratch Acid,
In Retrospect,
John Foxx,
Shoche,
Iggy Pop,
Yazoo,
Eve St. Jones,
Royal Trux,
DJ Style,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bauhaus,
the Sonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Leonard Cohen,
James White and The Blacks,
Ituana,
Audionom,
Grey Daturas,
Porter Ricks,
Jawbox,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Görl,
Janne Schatter,
The Mummies,
JFA,
Theoretical Girls,
Harmonia,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.