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 Afghanistan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Shuggie Otis,
Jandek,
Throbbing Gristle,
Agent Orange,
Con Funk Shun,
Dead Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed,
The Techniques,
Brick,
Magma,
Reagan Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cluster,
Panda Bear,
The Dave Clark Five,
Technova,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Womack,
E-Dancer,
Wolf Eyes,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Flesh Eaters,
Young Marble Giants,
Suburban Knight,
Roxette,
The Young Rascals,
Funkadelic,
John Coltrane,
Yellowson,
JFA,
The Slits,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Barracudas,
Neu!,
Mark Hollis,
Gichy Dan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yusef Lateef,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Letta Mbulu,
Todd Terry,
Agitation Free,
The Beau Brummels,
The Star Department,
Ultravox,
The Pop Group,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tim Buckley,
Minor Threat,
Lower 48,
Robert Görl,
Q65,
Deakin,
Peter & Gordon,
Ken Boothe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.