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 Turkmenistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lee Hazlewood to the electroclash 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Barbara Tucker,
Hot Snakes,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
The Doobie Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Cal Tjader,
These Immortal Souls,
The Busters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Michelle Simonal,
Fugazi,
Faust,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Accadde A,
E-Dancer,
Kayak,
Minor Threat,
Neu!,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Stooges,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aswad,
Cybotron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Modern Lovers,
Lower 48,
a-ha,
U.S. Maple,
The Standells,
Sarah Menescal,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Womack,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radio Birdman,
Goldenarms,
The Names,
Groovy Waters,
Babytalk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aloha Tigers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Görl,
Procol Harum,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Intrusion,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dirtbombs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joey Negro,
Josef K,
Newcleus,
Scratch Acid,
La Düsseldorf,
Liliput,
Pantaleimon,
Little Man,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.