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 Cyprus and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tubeway Army 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Cybotron,
Television Personalities,
Q and Not U,
Fluxion,
Alison Limerick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Smog,
K-Klass,
Loose Ends,
Colin Newman,
The Litter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crooked Eye,
Aural Exciters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sixth Finger,
Maurizio,
Lakeside,
Prince Buster,
Joey Negro,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Görl,
The Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ludus,
John Cale,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Stooges,
Soft Machine,
Shoche,
Mo-Dettes,
Davy DMX,
Model 500,
Alphaville,
Niagra,
the Sonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Delta 5,
Mandrill,
Fat Boys,
F. McDonald,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Toasters,
Supertramp,
Trumans Water,
Juan Atkins,
Silicon Teens,
Bootsy Collins,
Funky Four + One,
Flipper,
Marmalade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Agent Orange,
Neil Young,
Make Up,
The Dirtbombs,
Suicide,
Joe Finger,
Aloha Tigers,
Mark Hollis,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.