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 East Timor and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 Beau Brummels to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Slave,
MC5,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Moon,
Robert Hood,
Alison Limerick,
Funkadelic,
Freddie Wadling,
The Busters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Womack,
The Barracudas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Siglo XX,
Peter & Gordon,
The Happenings,
Janne Schatter,
These Immortal Souls,
Can,
Adolescents,
Bang On A Can,
Rakim,
The Beau Brummels,
Bootsy Collins,
Echospace,
Black Sheep,
The Count Five,
Technova,
Shuggie Otis,
The Five Americans,
Amazonics,
Pole,
Von Mondo,
Duran Duran,
H. Thieme,
Silicon Teens,
Outsiders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sonic Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
T. Rex,
Radio Birdman,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Durutti Column,
Unrelated Segments,
David Bowie,
Lyres,
The Move,
Amon Düül II,
the Soft Cell,
The Leaves,
Yaz,
Deakin,
Sight & Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kas Product,
The Moody Blues,
Marine Girls,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.