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 Zimbabwe 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Duran Duran to the dance 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
48th St. Collective,
Kayak,
Drexciya,
The American Breed,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dennis Brown,
Suicide,
Blancmange,
PIL,
JFA,
Todd Terry,
K-Klass,
Bobby Womack,
The Barracudas,
Freddie Wadling,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Saccharine Trust,
The Count Five,
Boz Scaggs,
Marc Almond,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Colin Newman,
Quantec,
Roxy Music,
Chris & Cosey,
Flipper,
AZ,
the Slits,
Gabor Szabo,
F. McDonald,
Graham Central Station,
Joe Finger,
Echospace,
Kool Moe Dee,
Country Teasers,
The Modern Lovers,
The Stooges,
Sex Pistols,
kango's stein massive,
Hashim,
Vladislav Delay,
The Music Machine,
Derrick May,
Rosa Yemen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nas,
Duran Duran,
In Retrospect,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-101,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skriet,
Organ,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.