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 United States and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Donald Fagen 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Iggy Pop,
Erasure,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Görl,
China Crisis,
Johnny Clarke,
Rotary Connection,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Byron Stingily,
Grandmaster Flash,
F. McDonald,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Excepter,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Remains,
Minnie Riperton,
David Axelrod,
Television Personalities,
Zapp,
June of 44,
Radio Birdman,
Public Enemy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stiv Bators,
Siglo XX,
Amon Düül,
Joyce Sims,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dead C,
X-101,
EPMD,
Jerry's Kids,
Subhumans,
Judy Mowatt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joe Finger,
Unwound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Copeland,
Talk Talk,
Archie Shepp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
AZ,
Robert Wyatt,
Cluster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeff Mills,
Warsaw,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.