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 Iraq and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Inner City to the dance 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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Wolf Eyes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arab on Radar,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Connie Case,
Sister Nancy,
Ornette Coleman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Depeche Mode,
Hot Snakes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dual Sessions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tommy Roe,
The Fire Engines,
Joe Finger,
The Moody Blues,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kayak,
Ponytail,
Charles Mingus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Slits,
10cc,
the Normal,
Cheater Slicks,
Television Personalities,
David Axelrod,
Lalann,
Trumans Water,
Minutemen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dead Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cybotron,
Eden Ahbez,
Freddie Wadling,
Judy Mowatt,
The Red Krayola,
The Misunderstood,
The Young Rascals,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Cale,
John Lydon,
the Swans,
Juan Atkins,
48th St. Collective,
Marc Almond,
JFA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tres Demented,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
K-Klass,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Monks,
The Velvet Underground,
Minnie Riperton,
Hashim,
Mr. Review,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.