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 Azerbaijan and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Echospace to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Roxette,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Bananas,
Judy Mowatt,
Tommy Roe,
Aloha Tigers,
Suburban Knight,
Joensuu 1685,
Skarface,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
T. Rex,
The Invisible,
MDC,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultra Naté,
Maurizio,
Eve St. Jones,
Boz Scaggs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Alarm Clocks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
cv313,
kango's stein massive,
Rotary Connection,
The Misunderstood,
Anthony Braxton,
Rapeman,
Gong,
Yellowson,
Ornette Coleman,
June Days,
Derrick May,
John Holt,
Wings,
Vainqueur,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Reagan Youth,
the Swans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soulsonic Force,
DNA,
The Neon Judgement,
Chris & Cosey,
Panda Bear,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Howard Jones,
The Mojo Men,
Ralphi Rosario,
B.T. Express,
La Düsseldorf,
Pulsallama,
The Durutti Column,
Monolake,
Bobby Sherman,
Los Fastidios,
Magma,
Tropical Tobacco,
Theoretical Girls,
Liliput,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.