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 Togo and from Bremen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Can to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Black Dice,
Subhumans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Grass Roots,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Techniques,
David Axelrod,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Technova,
The Busters,
The Beau Brummels,
The Offenders,
Anakelly,
Moss Icon,
Kenny Larkin,
Boredoms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tres Demented,
Crispy Ambulance,
This Heat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lightning Bolt,
Sound Behaviour,
Scott Walker,
Chris & Cosey,
The Angels of Light,
The American Breed,
The Gories,
Dave Gahan,
John Lydon,
Ken Boothe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moebius,
The Smiths,
David McCallum,
T.S.O.L.,
Boz Scaggs,
the Human League,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cramps,
Robert Görl,
kango's stein massive,
Ultravox,
Q and Not U,
The Last Poets,
the Sonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dirtbombs,
The Moleskins,
Grey Daturas,
The Five Americans,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Zeros,
Ultra Naté,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minnie Riperton,
Stetsasonic,
Alton Ellis,
Leonard Cohen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David Bowie,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.