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 Denmark and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
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 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
The Victims,
Kurtis Blow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Colin Newman,
Prince Buster,
John Foxx,
Al Stewart,
Boogie Down Productions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tomorrow,
Talk Talk,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nik Kershaw,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pulsallama,
Dead Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Icehouse,
Flamin' Groovies,
Graham Central Station,
Procol Harum,
Erasure,
Livin' Joy,
Siglo XX,
Reagan Youth,
Sam Rivers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tubeway Army,
Country Teasers,
Albert Ayler,
Roxette,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moss Icon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mandrill,
Second Layer,
The New Christs,
Neu!,
Warsaw,
Newcleus,
The Pretty Things,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Circle Jerks,
UT,
Zapp,
Wally Richardson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Technova,
Royal Trux,
Mark Hollis,
David McCallum,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sister Nancy,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.