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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Pop Group to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Icehouse,
Tom Boy,
Duran Duran,
Infiniti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Warren Ellis,
Aural Exciters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gong,
The Dead C,
Kaleidoscope,
Arthur Verocai,
New York Dolls,
Jawbox,
Organ,
Gang of Four,
Aaron Thompson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Angry Samoans,
L. Decosne,
Sun City Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lightning Bolt,
Letta Mbulu,
The Residents,
Roxy Music,
New Order,
Sparks,
Chris & Cosey,
Wally Richardson,
Delta 5,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Searchers,
the Slits,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Monks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grey Daturas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Althea and Donna,
Byron Stingily,
Shoche,
AZ,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alphaville,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rosa Yemen,
The Stooges,
Piero Umiliani,
The Wake,
Scott Walker,
Eric Copeland,
The Litter,
Zero Boys,
Mars,
Inner City,
the Soft Cell,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.