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 Maldives and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ituana to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arcadia,
The Fuzztones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sonic Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Guru Guru,
Masters at Work,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Associates,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lindisfarne,
Tears for Fears,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Angels of Light,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Invisible,
Swans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minor Threat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
Pussy Galore,
Clear Light,
K-Klass,
The Black Dice,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quadrant,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Beau Brummels,
Japan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cluster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Star Department,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nick Fraelich,
Lightning Bolt,
David McCallum,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tubeway Army,
John Cale,
the Swans,
Audionom,
Radiohead,
Neil Young,
Fear,
Wally Richardson,
The Young Rascals,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Panda Bear,
X-102,
June of 44,
Shuggie Otis,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.