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 Bahrain 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Traffic Nightmare to the punk 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Derrick May,
Pagans,
Black Sheep,
The Blackbyrds,
Bob Dylan,
David Axelrod,
The Shadows of Knight,
Schoolly D,
the Association,
Slave,
Neu!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Television Personalities,
The Detroit Cobras,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lucky Dragons,
X-102,
Section 25,
Porter Ricks,
Masters at Work,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Moody Blues,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Procol Harum,
Tubeway Army,
E-Dancer,
Skaos,
The Happenings,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stiv Bators,
Accadde A,
The Residents,
Harry Pussy,
Shoche,
Sixth Finger,
Bluetip,
The Victims,
The Dead C,
Scion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Smoke,
Arcadia,
Arthur Verocai,
Minny Pops,
Magma,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bauhaus,
Susan Cadogan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joey Negro,
Robert Görl,
The Five Americans,
Buzzcocks,
CMW,
Eddi Front,
Cameo,
The Neon Judgement,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.