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 Bolivia 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 Jeff Mills to the punk 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
the Soft Cell,
Skarface,
The Techniques,
David McCallum,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sister Nancy,
Swans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mojo Men,
10cc,
The Alarm Clocks,
H. Thieme,
Lee Hazlewood,
The J.B.'s,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eurythmics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Black Dice,
Saccharine Trust,
The Shadows of Knight,
The United States of America,
Talk Talk,
Ultravox,
Echospace,
Young Marble Giants,
Kaleidoscope,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Christie,
Moebius,
Technova,
Ice-T,
The Residents,
Cecil Taylor,
The Birthday Party,
D'Angelo,
Loose Ends,
Joyce Sims,
Pussy Galore,
Heaven 17,
B.T. Express,
Porter Ricks,
Brass Construction,
Angry Samoans,
Desert Stars,
Bush Tetras,
ABC,
The Five Americans,
Lyres,
Sun City Girls,
Mandrill,
Faraquet,
Babytalk,
MDC,
Kas Product,
Scion,
Essential Logic,
Peter and Kerry,
Dawn Penn,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Blackbyrds,
Godley & Creme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.