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 Albania and from Bologna.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Gong to the punk 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Duran Duran,
Scan 7,
Ronnie Foster,
Minor Threat,
Banda Bassotti,
Man Parrish,
Massinfluence,
Harmonia,
Suicide,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DJ Style,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fad Gadget,
AZ,
Wolf Eyes,
June of 44,
Laurel Aitken,
Dead Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Organ,
Ohio Players,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fortunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed,
Subhumans,
In Retrospect,
Ken Boothe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Happenings,
Rod Modell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Second Layer,
The Pretty Things,
Judy Mowatt,
The Vogues,
Big Daddy Kane,
Josef K,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Coltrane,
Joyce Sims,
Arab on Radar,
Guru Guru,
The Music Machine,
the Human League,
Aswad,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Durutti Column,
Gang of Four,
Cybotron,
Electric Prunes,
Average White Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sällskapet,
LL Cool J,
Tres Demented,
the Association,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.