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 Oman 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Agitation Free to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Das Ding,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
H. Thieme,
Q65,
The Mummies,
Bronski Beat,
Make Up,
Gang Green,
Hardrive,
The Grass Roots,
T. Rex,
The Names,
The Litter,
The Dave Clark Five,
La Düsseldorf,
Liliput,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roxy Music,
Dual Sessions,
Stereo Dub,
Deakin,
D'Angelo,
The Last Poets,
The Doors,
Underground Resistance,
The Remains,
Ultravox,
Nik Kershaw,
Skarface,
Marmalade,
Lucky Dragons,
Charles Mingus,
Rites of Spring,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pylon,
Cymande,
Swell Maps,
The Barracudas,
Loose Ends,
Moebius,
Connie Case,
Quando Quango,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Seeds,
Infiniti,
Wings,
Camouflage,
Bob Dylan,
In Retrospect,
Buzzcocks,
Pantaleimon,
Scott Walker,
Smog,
Mad Mike,
Nils Olav,
The Tremeloes,
Dennis Brown,
Sixth Finger,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.