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 Manchester.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 New Order to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Michelle Simonal,
Hoover,
Sonic Youth,
Scott Walker,
Fear,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marc Almond,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Slits,
Urselle,
The Techniques,
Buzzcocks,
Gichy Dan,
Max Romeo,
R.M.O.,
Adolescents,
X-102,
The American Breed,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mo-Dettes,
Absolute Body Control,
June of 44,
Malaria!,
Bush Tetras,
Electric Prunes,
The Mojo Men,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Idris Muhammad,
The Invisible,
Black Pus,
Scrapy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
kango's stein massive,
Bad Manners,
Charles Mingus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pantaleimon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Spoonie Gee,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Moon,
A Certain Ratio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Subhumans,
Warren Ellis,
Niagra,
The Music Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radio Birdman,
Parry Music,
Rod Modell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.