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 Cyprus and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Tremeloes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Hood,
Harmonia,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Angry Samoans,
Theoretical Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
The Associates,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Searchers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Bar-Kays,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fad Gadget,
Lungfish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tim Buckley,
B.T. Express,
the Germs,
Jeff Lynne,
the Soft Cell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
H. Thieme,
Hoover,
Mr. Review,
Dave Gahan,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Byrd,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kayak,
Morten Harket,
Rod Modell,
Second Layer,
The Move,
T.S.O.L.,
Soft Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
This Heat,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Litter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rosa Yemen,
Ponytail,
Vainqueur,
Cluster,
T. Rex,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DNA,
Pierre Henry,
Ohio Players,
Radiopuhelimet,
Suburban Knight,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Simply Red,
The Techniques,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
FM Einheit,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.