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 Croatia 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Germs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Guru Guru,
Minutemen,
Yusef Lateef,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeff Mills,
The Leaves,
The Pretty Things,
Eric B and Rakim,
Animal Collective,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Moleskins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mantronix,
Oblivians,
Kas Product,
Robert Görl,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Popol Vuh,
10cc,
Monolake,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Siglo XX,
Faust,
X-101,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Steve Hackett,
Easy Going,
Moby Grape,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Blues Magoos,
Anthony Braxton,
Erykah Badu,
Pulsallama,
Archie Shepp,
Sugar Minott,
Ken Boothe,
R.M.O.,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chris & Cosey,
Livin' Joy,
Trumans Water,
Matthew Halsall,
The Seeds,
The Modern Lovers,
Patti Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
Angry Samoans,
Aswad,
Wire,
Joensuu 1685,
H. Thieme,
the Slits,
The United States of America,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gladiators,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Das Ding,
Robert Hood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.