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 Russia and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 The Wake to the rap 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aswad,
Black Sheep,
Maurizio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
One Last Wish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Clear Light,
Black Bananas,
the Swans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Smoke,
Bush Tetras,
Ken Boothe,
Los Fastidios,
the Human League,
Metal Thangz,
Tomorrow,
Sixth Finger,
Spoonie Gee,
Dave Gahan,
Surgeon,
Hardrive,
New York Dolls,
The Offenders,
Bobby Byrd,
Unwound,
Pagans,
Scientists,
Sarah Menescal,
Tres Demented,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Starr,
Eden Ahbez,
Icehouse,
Nico,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bauhaus,
Hasil Adkins,
Von Mondo,
Prince Buster,
OOIOO,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deepchord,
Marmalade,
Sandy B,
Fela Kuti,
Thee Headcoats,
K-Klass,
Crispy Ambulance,
Organ,
Mars,
X-Ray Spex,
Todd Rundgren,
Qualms,
Kaleidoscope,
The Toasters,
KRS-One,
Faraquet,
Thompson Twins,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.