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 Thailand and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Severed Heads to the disco 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
the Bar-Kays,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vainqueur,
Dave Gahan,
Soul II Soul,
Tomorrow,
Lucky Dragons,
Rapeman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Panda Bear,
Popol Vuh,
Rotary Connection,
10cc,
Chrome,
Minutemen,
Underground Resistance,
FM Einheit,
The Kinks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eurythmics,
Television Personalities,
The United States of America,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Monolake,
Drexciya,
Anakelly,
LL Cool J,
Quantec,
Procol Harum,
Joy Division,
Ronan,
Prince Buster,
Eve St. Jones,
Amon Düül II,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun Ra,
The Slits,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Suicide,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ossler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Warren Ellis,
Main Source,
Harry Pussy,
Barbara Tucker,
Deepchord,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Searchers,
Delta 5,
Marine Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Skriet,
Pagans,
Steve Hackett,
Delon & Dalcan,
Funkadelic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.