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 Turkmenistan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Drive Like Jehu to the rap 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Blancmange,
DNA,
The Saints,
Man Parrish,
Byron Stingily,
Nico,
David Axelrod,
Rakim,
Agitation Free,
Silicon Teens,
Yaz,
Rekid,
Pussy Galore,
Dual Sessions,
Faust,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arcadia,
Jeff Mills,
Pole,
Talk Talk,
The Grass Roots,
The Blues Magoos,
Electric Prunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ronan,
Sandy B,
Tommy Roe,
The Electric Prunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Michelle Simonal,
The Kinks,
Crime,
Robert Görl,
Clear Light,
Steve Hackett,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
China Crisis,
This Heat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kayak,
DJ Style,
Yazoo,
the Normal,
Television,
La Düsseldorf,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moby Grape,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DJ Sneak,
Pere Ubu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Isaac Hayes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Metal Thangz,
Desert Stars,
a-ha,
Shoche,
The Cure,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.