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 Kenya and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Lindisfarne to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Donald Byrd,
Basic Channel,
Wasted Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Smoke,
Unwound,
Skriet,
The Busters,
Janne Schatter,
Jeff Lynne,
Zero Boys,
Pagans,
Youth Brigade,
Pere Ubu,
Deakin,
Lakeside,
Joyce Sims,
Rakim,
Audionom,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gabor Szabo,
Aural Exciters,
Erykah Badu,
Al Stewart,
Mars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jawbox,
Hashim,
Arab on Radar,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Patti Smith,
David McCallum,
David Bowie,
Electric Prunes,
Iggy Pop,
The Shadows of Knight,
Man Parrish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Starr,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Flag,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Section 25,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The United States of America,
Pulsallama,
Average White Band,
The Mojo Men,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kerri Chandler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brick,
Arcadia,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Red Krayola,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Excepter,
kango's stein massive,
Buzzcocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.