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 Zambia and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Zapp to the techno 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
The Pop Group,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marc Almond,
Marmalade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kurtis Blow,
The Monks,
Eric Copeland,
The Pretty Things,
a-ha,
Mr. Review,
T.S.O.L.,
E-Dancer,
Das Ding,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Intrusion,
Rod Modell,
Make Up,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radio Birdman,
Whodini,
Jandek,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Jerry's Kids,
Unrelated Segments,
Roxy Music,
Porter Ricks,
Outsiders,
Mandrill,
Quadrant,
X-101,
Sam Rivers,
Japan,
Trumans Water,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeff Lynne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gories,
The Knickerbockers,
Nico,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Modern Lovers,
Minutemen,
Bill Near,
Jimmy McGriff,
Henry Cow,
Yusef Lateef,
Todd Terry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Piero Umiliani,
kango's stein massive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joensuu 1685,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dirtbombs,
Neil Young,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.