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 Malta and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Pussy Galore to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Minny Pops,
Rotary Connection,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Grass Roots,
Brick,
Sparks,
KRS-One,
The Electric Prunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sam Rivers,
Dawn Penn,
New York Dolls,
Nik Kershaw,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
LL Cool J,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
B.T. Express,
Con Funk Shun,
The Beau Brummels,
Unwound,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camouflage,
MDC,
One Last Wish,
Outsiders,
The United States of America,
Maurizio,
Blake Baxter,
Donny Hathaway,
Andrew Hill,
Barry Ungar,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Audionom,
Byron Stingily,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fear,
Half Japanese,
The Fugs,
Rosa Yemen,
Fluxion,
Pole,
The Stooges,
Marine Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Residents,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dark Day,
June Days,
Todd Rundgren,
Country Teasers,
Magma,
Bizarre Inc.,
Suicide,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wings,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stiv Bators,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.