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 Nauru and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 The Durutti Column to the disco 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Moebius,
The Mojo Men,
Yaz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeff Lynne,
The Real Kids,
UT,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minnie Riperton,
Joensuu 1685,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Agent Orange,
Tim Buckley,
Guru Guru,
The Count Five,
Echospace,
Crime,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Green,
The Seeds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Howard Jones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wire,
T. Rex,
Hardrive,
Clear Light,
The Tremeloes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Juan Atkins,
Q65,
Fear,
Robert Hood,
Tom Boy,
Mo-Dettes,
Fad Gadget,
The Leaves,
Moss Icon,
The Names,
Masters at Work,
Fela Kuti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Audionom,
Dave Gahan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Au Pairs,
Alphaville,
Television,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yusef Lateef,
The Litter,
The Martian,
Mark Hollis,
Max Romeo,
Rites of Spring,
JFA,
KRS-One,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.