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 Kosovo 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 Eric Dolphy to the funk 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Franke,
Erykah Badu,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-101,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scan 7,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Country Teasers,
Au Pairs,
FM Einheit,
Pussy Galore,
Tom Boy,
Tomorrow,
Ornette Coleman,
The Happenings,
Ronnie Foster,
Massinfluence,
Gang Gang Dance,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Livin' Joy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neu!,
Al Stewart,
Q and Not U,
Steve Hackett,
H. Thieme,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Byrd,
Camberwell Now,
X-102,
Circle Jerks,
A Certain Ratio,
Theoretical Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oneida,
Ponytail,
Wolf Eyes,
Maleditus Sound,
Zapp,
UT,
Agent Orange,
Amon Düül II,
Tim Buckley,
Fluxion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Moon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ossler,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kurtis Blow,
Scott Walker,
Eric B and Rakim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minutemen,
The Fall,
Suburban Knight,
Wally Richardson,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.