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 Ghana and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the jazz 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Metal Thangz,
Kerri Chandler,
Tres Demented,
Boz Scaggs,
Judy Mowatt,
Aaron Thompson,
The Tremeloes,
Ohio Players,
Jeff Mills,
Gichy Dan,
The American Breed,
Quando Quango,
Erasure,
Amazonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Can,
Pagans,
Jerry's Kids,
Fluxion,
The Divine Comedy,
Young Marble Giants,
The Pop Group,
Sound Behaviour,
Panda Bear,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
T. Rex,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Essential Logic,
The Durutti Column,
Underground Resistance,
June Days,
Roxy Music,
Eve St. Jones,
Monolake,
Lucky Dragons,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Human League,
Rites of Spring,
The Offenders,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Toasters,
Motorama,
Skaos,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Walker Brothers,
John Cale,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Sheep,
Tubeway Army,
Accadde A,
The Black Dice,
Altered Images,
Joensuu 1685,
Althea and Donna,
The Velvet Underground,
Barclay James Harvest,
Porter Ricks,
Derrick Morgan,
Niagra,
T.S.O.L.,
Crispy Ambulance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.