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 Djibouti and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scott Walker to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gories,
Iggy Pop,
Neu!,
Jacques Brel,
The Count Five,
Theoretical Girls,
AZ,
Quando Quango,
Pierre Henry,
Drexciya,
Dual Sessions,
Toni Rubio,
Soulsonic Force,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Supertramp,
The Busters,
The Moleskins,
KRS-One,
Hoover,
Lakeside,
Robert Görl,
Spandau Ballet,
Ralphi Rosario,
These Immortal Souls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Agent Orange,
The Remains,
Delon & Dalcan,
Traffic Nightmare,
cv313,
The Martian,
Juan Atkins,
The American Breed,
Flash Fearless,
Charles Mingus,
Peter & Gordon,
Ludus,
Joy Division,
The Techniques,
Khruangbin,
Shuggie Otis,
Goldenarms,
The Kinks,
Erykah Badu,
the Sonics,
Alice Coltrane,
the Association,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Von Mondo,
The Wake,
Neil Young,
L. Decosne,
Byron Stingily,
D'Angelo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wally Richardson,
Soft Cell,
The Neon Judgement,
Pussy Galore,
Radiohead,
Radio Birdman,
Brothers Johnson,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.