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 Madagascar and from Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
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 808 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 Dual Sessions to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Tropical Tobacco,
Theoretical Girls,
Dead Boys,
Scrapy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Maurizio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
In Retrospect,
Minor Threat,
Agitation Free,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mr. Review,
Pulsallama,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Patti Smith,
Harmonia,
Chris Corsano,
Technova,
Metal Thangz,
Tears for Fears,
Fad Gadget,
The Moody Blues,
Royal Trux,
Mo-Dettes,
Bob Dylan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Flag,
Goldenarms,
Niagra,
Hoover,
Kerri Chandler,
Parry Music,
Cal Tjader,
Ultravox,
Ossler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Henry Cow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sister Nancy,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Five Americans,
Drexciya,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camouflage,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Count Five,
Black Pus,
Sam Rivers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sight & Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Dennis Brown,
Yusef Lateef,
Deepchord,
One Last Wish,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.