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 Somalia and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Patti Smith to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Section 25,
LL Cool J,
The Names,
Con Funk Shun,
The Zeros,
Groovy Waters,
Dual Sessions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Clear Light,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Bar-Kays,
Surgeon,
The Fuzztones,
Lyres,
The Last Poets,
The Cowsills,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Magma,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mandrill,
Ultimate Spinach,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Banda Bassotti,
Neu!,
Jerry's Kids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bang On A Can,
The Trojans,
Alison Limerick,
The Residents,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marshall Jefferson,
Erasure,
Suburban Knight,
Theoretical Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Faust,
Susan Cadogan,
Michelle Simonal,
The Move,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gap Band,
Man Parrish,
The Index,
Eve St. Jones,
Harmonia,
Vladislav Delay,
UT,
OOIOO,
Absolute Body Control,
Pantytec,
Marc Almond,
Hashim,
Dennis Brown,
Nik Kershaw,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.