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 Syria and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rosa Yemen to the disco 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
The Cure,
Anakelly,
Liliput,
Pagans,
Soft Cell,
MDC,
Masters at Work,
Jeff Lynne,
Michelle Simonal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scan 7,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kevin Saunderson,
L. Decosne,
KRS-One,
Dead Boys,
cv313,
Joensuu 1685,
Cheater Slicks,
Lungfish,
the Slits,
Ken Boothe,
Eurythmics,
Tomorrow,
The Fugs,
Goldenarms,
The Vogues,
Crime,
The Durutti Column,
K-Klass,
Scientists,
Spoonie Gee,
Lyres,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Birthday Party,
Derrick May,
DJ Sneak,
Shuggie Otis,
Colin Newman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arcadia,
Steve Hackett,
the Normal,
The Monks,
Intrusion,
Fluxion,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Move,
the Association,
Tommy Roe,
U.S. Maple,
Scratch Acid,
Desert Stars,
Hashim,
Scrapy,
Al Stewart,
Faust,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.