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 Iceland and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stereo Dub to the rap 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Ultra Naté,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Royal Trux,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aaron Thompson,
Dark Day,
Deadbeat,
The Standells,
The Human League,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wolf Eyes,
Silicon Teens,
Sister Nancy,
Audionom,
Cymande,
Roger Hodgson,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Moleskins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sällskapet,
The Fire Engines,
Index,
New York Dolls,
Animal Collective,
Donny Hathaway,
World's Most,
Scratch Acid,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Music Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joyce Sims,
Joensuu 1685,
Zero Boys,
Camouflage,
Faust,
Guru Guru,
Scott Walker,
Alice Coltrane,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeff Lynne,
Inner City,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Real Kids,
Organ,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed,
AZ,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Maurizio,
The Fortunes,
New Age Steppers,
Q and Not U,
Magma,
Lungfish,
Depeche Mode,
Flipper,
Interpol,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Don Cherry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Gang Dance,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.