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 Montenegro and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jacques Brel to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Rosa Yemen,
World's Most,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cameo,
Das Ding,
Prince Buster,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Cale,
Khruangbin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scott Walker,
kango's stein massive,
Mad Mike,
Babytalk,
Symarip,
the Swans,
Flash Fearless,
Model 500,
The Dirtbombs,
Bronski Beat,
Lakeside,
The Vogues,
This Heat,
Vainqueur,
Grey Daturas,
Junior Murvin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radio Birdman,
DJ Sneak,
Monks,
Infiniti,
Monolake,
Lou Christie,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Smog,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aaron Thompson,
Agitation Free,
Pole,
Archie Shepp,
cv313,
Massinfluence,
Tears for Fears,
Juan Atkins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oneida,
Peter and Kerry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Television Personalities,
The Mojo Men,
Stereo Dub,
Wally Richardson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aloha Tigers,
Jacob Miller,
Girls At Our Best!,
Drexciya,
The Offenders,
Electric Prunes,
Index,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.