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 Andorra and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the organ 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Essential Logic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joey Negro,
Section 25,
Silicon Teens,
Tom Boy,
Gong,
Matthew Bourne,
La Düsseldorf,
Yaz,
Basic Channel,
Monks,
R.M.O.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Iggy Pop,
Rosa Yemen,
Al Stewart,
Todd Rundgren,
Bad Manners,
FM Einheit,
Pussy Galore,
Hoover,
Lou Christie,
Lalo Schifrin,
Public Image Ltd.,
The J.B.'s,
Derrick May,
Fluxion,
Yazoo,
The Mummies,
Quadrant,
Minny Pops,
the Human League,
Kas Product,
The Red Krayola,
Metal Thangz,
Cluster,
Eric Dolphy,
The Slits,
Tubeway Army,
Albert Ayler,
The Beau Brummels,
Liliput,
Bobby Byrd,
John Foxx,
The Pretty Things,
Pantaleimon,
The Gladiators,
PIL,
Rufus Thomas,
Goldenarms,
The Gap Band,
Black Moon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lee Hazlewood,
Slick Rick,
Donald Byrd,
Kurtis Blow,
Gregory Isaacs,
The New Christs,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.