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 Eritrea and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Black Bananas to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Das Ding,
Ohio Players,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Average White Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Tears for Fears,
Josef K,
The Standells,
Nils Olav,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Connie Case,
Au Pairs,
Television,
Ultravox,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Leaves,
The Blackbyrds,
The Star Department,
KRS-One,
Piero Umiliani,
L. Decosne,
DJ Style,
Drive Like Jehu,
MDC,
Spandau Ballet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deakin,
Nico,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Smiths,
Pylon,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Five Americans,
Dark Day,
Scientists,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Real Kids,
The Angels of Light,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Make Up,
Angry Samoans,
Smog,
The Skatalites,
CMW,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fugazi,
Kurtis Blow,
Darondo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Flag,
Nick Fraelich,
Scan 7,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.