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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Q and Not U to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roxette,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
MDC,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deadbeat,
Brand Nubian,
Rufus Thomas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alphaville,
Wings,
F. McDonald,
a-ha,
10cc,
X-101,
Wally Richardson,
Eric Dolphy,
The Vogues,
Cameo,
Basic Channel,
Archie Shepp,
Panda Bear,
David Axelrod,
The Knickerbockers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Andrew Hill,
Junior Murvin,
Danielle Patucci,
Sugar Minott,
Hot Snakes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Pus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eddi Front,
Franke,
John Foxx,
Barrington Levy,
Joe Smooth,
Godley & Creme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Normal,
The Fire Engines,
The Victims,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Neil Young,
Babytalk,
The Pretty Things,
Alice Coltrane,
Thee Headcoats,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Leaves,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Average White Band,
Quantec,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Blackbyrds,
The Techniques,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.