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 Philippines and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 The Seeds to the disco 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Supertramp,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Young Rascals,
Chris Corsano,
Soul II Soul,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hoover,
Joe Smooth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marc Almond,
Tomorrow,
Cluster,
Goldenarms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roy Ayers,
Ronan,
The Dead C,
Man Parrish,
Mission of Burma,
Metal Thangz,
Jeff Mills,
The Mojo Men,
F. McDonald,
This Heat,
Urselle,
Talk Talk,
Japan,
Angry Samoans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chrome,
H. Thieme,
Subhumans,
Robert Görl,
Donald Byrd,
Ultimate Spinach,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
These Immortal Souls,
Dawn Penn,
ABC,
the Bar-Kays,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joy Division,
Soft Machine,
Crime,
Iggy Pop,
Mad Mike,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bootsy Collins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Maleditus Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Wings,
The Count Five,
Slave,
Colin Newman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cramps,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.