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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Buzzcocks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Warsaw,
Silicon Teens,
Juan Atkins,
Ultra Naté,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cramps,
Thee Headcoats,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Angels of Light,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Trumans Water,
The Smoke,
Rapeman,
Anakelly,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deepchord,
a-ha,
Ituana,
Toni Rubio,
Sun City Girls,
Audionom,
The Black Dice,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stereo Dub,
Charles Mingus,
B.T. Express,
Index,
June of 44,
Derrick May,
Barry Ungar,
Terry Callier,
Rites of Spring,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pulsallama,
Pussy Galore,
Ice-T,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amon Düül,
The Remains,
Harry Pussy,
Yazoo,
David Bowie,
Bluetip,
Eric Copeland,
The Real Kids,
Al Stewart,
Colin Newman,
Fear,
Ultravox,
DJ Sneak,
Ohio Players,
Monolake,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare,
Fluxion,
H. Thieme,
Underground Resistance,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.