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 Ghana and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Lou Reed 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the punk 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
The Angels of Light,
Radio Birdman,
Camberwell Now,
Skarface,
Joyce Sims,
Duran Duran,
Bill Near,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Electric Prunes,
Reagan Youth,
Black Bananas,
Second Layer,
Chris Corsano,
The Sonics,
Motorama,
Erasure,
The Fortunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Byrd,
Hasil Adkins,
Isaac Hayes,
Marc Almond,
Quando Quango,
Graham Central Station,
The Victims,
The Busters,
Crash Course in Science,
The Searchers,
Nas,
PIL,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed,
Brothers Johnson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric Copeland,
The Buckinghams,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
Shoche,
Whodini,
Juan Atkins,
The Associates,
The Velvet Underground,
Soft Cell,
Lebanon Hanover,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Public Enemy,
cv313,
Marmalade,
The J.B.'s,
ABBA,
Black Sheep,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Franke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Count Five,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.