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 Lesotho and from Johannesburg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Holger Czukay 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 Ice-T 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mission of Burma,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Womack,
The New Christs,
La Düsseldorf,
Quantec,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bauhaus,
Man Parrish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hoover,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yusef Lateef,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare,
The Dirtbombs,
PIL,
The Smoke,
The Mummies,
In Retrospect,
Sex Pistols,
the Association,
The Doors,
This Heat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Misunderstood,
Zapp,
Negative Approach,
Pantytec,
Curtis Mayfield,
David McCallum,
Lungfish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Sonics,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
Terry Callier,
Desert Stars,
Cameo,
Eurythmics,
Tim Buckley,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Pus,
Scion,
Mad Mike,
Bush Tetras,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Count Five,
Jeff Lynne,
Cybotron,
John Foxx,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.