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 Estonia and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro 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 Wally Richardson to the grunge 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Robert Hood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Germs,
Avey Tare,
Public Enemy,
These Immortal Souls,
Bad Manners,
Reuben Wilson,
Ponytail,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hashim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David McCallum,
Bauhaus,
The Busters,
The Real Kids,
The Velvet Underground,
Archie Shepp,
The Remains,
Aloha Tigers,
Mandrill,
Gang Green,
Connie Case,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Duran Duran,
Crash Course in Science,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cheater Slicks,
Clear Light,
John Holt,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Human League,
the Sonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Franke,
Nirvana,
Scientists,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Interpol,
Hardrive,
Isaac Hayes,
MDC,
The Human League,
The Names,
Bronski Beat,
Marvin Gaye,
The Index,
Q65,
Jawbox,
Malaria!,
Motorama,
Scott Walker,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Monks,
June of 44,
Wolf Eyes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Monolake,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.