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 Sri Lanka and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Cybotron to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Jandek,
Godley & Creme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nirvana,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camouflage,
Neu!,
Babytalk,
Robert Hood,
The United States of America,
Funky Four + One,
Interpol,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Iggy Pop,
Technova,
Carl Craig,
The Blues Magoos,
New York Dolls,
Pantytec,
FM Einheit,
The Wake,
Lebanon Hanover,
Metal Thangz,
T.S.O.L.,
UT,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dirtbombs,
Sex Pistols,
The Offenders,
Aloha Tigers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mission of Burma,
Jacques Brel,
Tommy Roe,
Donald Byrd,
Eden Ahbez,
The Monochrome Set,
The Angels of Light,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Siglo XX,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-101,
The Barracudas,
Grey Daturas,
Kenny Larkin,
Khruangbin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Absolute Body Control,
Wire,
Radiohead,
Peter & Gordon,
The Electric Prunes,
Motorama,
The Saints,
Pylon,
Aaron Thompson,
Qualms,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.