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 Azerbaijan and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
The Doors,
The Offenders,
Pulsallama,
Suicide,
Jimmy McGriff,
Malaria!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kevin Saunderson,
Curtis Mayfield,
A Certain Ratio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Josef K,
The Standells,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Youth Brigade,
The Motions,
The Litter,
Bizarre Inc.,
In Retrospect,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Christie,
Barry Ungar,
JFA,
The Birthday Party,
Negative Approach,
Sugar Minott,
Black Pus,
Camouflage,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lalann,
Robert Wyatt,
Quantec,
Susan Cadogan,
Ludus,
The Black Dice,
Alison Limerick,
The Names,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Swell Maps,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Todd Terry,
Blancmange,
Pantytec,
The Associates,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gap Band,
Marmalade,
The New Christs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Theoretical Girls,
The Techniques,
The Detroit Cobras,
Toni Rubio,
Morten Harket,
Patti Smith,
The Skatalites,
Gong,
Grey Daturas,
F. McDonald,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.