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 Malawi and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
X-101,
The Dave Clark Five,
Excepter,
The Cramps,
Blake Baxter,
The Selecter,
Popol Vuh,
Peter & Gordon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric Copeland,
Clear Light,
X-102,
Zapp,
Warren Ellis,
The Black Dice,
Subhumans,
Absolute Body Control,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Last Poets,
Scan 7,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
This Heat,
Alison Limerick,
Nirvana,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Bananas,
The Names,
the Germs,
Sound Behaviour,
Zero Boys,
John Coltrane,
Connie Case,
Donald Byrd,
Magma,
Black Sheep,
Pantytec,
Barclay James Harvest,
Second Layer,
Make Up,
The Durutti Column,
Deadbeat,
The Young Rascals,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Youth Brigade,
Leonard Cohen,
The Busters,
Sugar Minott,
The Toasters,
Amon Düül II,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tubeway Army,
Dave Gahan,
The Offenders,
the Association,
Lucky Dragons,
Graham Central Station,
New Age Steppers,
Rotary Connection,
The Techniques,
Parry Music,
Gichy Dan,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.