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 Moldova and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bill Wells to the techno 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
L. Decosne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gong,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scott Walker,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kerri Chandler,
Essential Logic,
Unrelated Segments,
LL Cool J,
kango's stein massive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mars,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed,
Japan,
Darondo,
Livin' Joy,
The Knickerbockers,
Lalann,
The Alarm Clocks,
Second Layer,
Fatback Band,
The Fuzztones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sexual Harrassment,
June of 44,
The Detroit Cobras,
Idris Muhammad,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kevin Saunderson,
JFA,
Glenn Branca,
The Tremeloes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Technova,
Sun City Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soft Cell,
Model 500,
Suicide,
OOIOO,
Motorama,
Los Fastidios,
UT,
Supertramp,
Skaos,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sister Nancy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Swell Maps,
Chris Corsano,
David Axelrod,
Reuben Wilson,
Joy Division,
Amazonics,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.