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 San Marino and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Stockholm Monsters to the rock 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Crooked Eye,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Martian,
The Gories,
Royal Trux,
Minny Pops,
Heaven 17,
Groovy Waters,
Sällskapet,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dave Clark Five,
MDC,
Joensuu 1685,
The Human League,
Panda Bear,
Bill Wells,
Lebanon Hanover,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Swell Maps,
The Monochrome Set,
Janne Schatter,
Minor Threat,
The Slackers,
Archie Shepp,
Mandrill,
Barbara Tucker,
Electric Prunes,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Starr,
Organ,
Judy Mowatt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Trumans Water,
Eric Copeland,
Chris & Cosey,
Severed Heads,
Ice-T,
Clear Light,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Piero Umiliani,
Fugazi,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric Dolphy,
Tomorrow,
Whodini,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Velvet Underground,
John Holt,
Faraquet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Patti Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fear,
Gichy Dan,
Section 25,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dark Day,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.