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 Georgia and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 The Associates to the crunk 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
Barrington Levy,
Fad Gadget,
Goldenarms,
The Star Department,
Danielle Patucci,
Pharoah Sanders,
China Crisis,
The Blues Magoos,
a-ha,
Dead Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Ten City,
Suburban Knight,
The Detroit Cobras,
Albert Ayler,
The Victims,
Sound Behaviour,
David Bowie,
Moebius,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fugs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Depeche Mode,
The Pop Group,
The Slits,
Clear Light,
Crime,
The Fire Engines,
The Music Machine,
Rapeman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Infiniti,
The Black Dice,
Gichy Dan,
FM Einheit,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lakeside,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Foxx,
Roger Hodgson,
Eden Ahbez,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Donny Hathaway,
New Order,
Bang On A Can,
Crispian St. Peters,
Toni Rubio,
Trumans Water,
Mo-Dettes,
Wings,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joe Smooth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Graham Central Station,
Circle Jerks,
Amazonics,
Nils Olav,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The J.B.'s,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Techniques,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.