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 Liechtenstein and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Silicon Teens to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Peter and Kerry,
Man Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hoover,
Bobby Sherman,
Pere Ubu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Babytalk,
Icehouse,
Infiniti,
Severed Heads,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Slits,
Todd Rundgren,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gong,
Kerri Chandler,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dark Day,
Reuben Wilson,
The Kinks,
Eve St. Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Names,
Talk Talk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moebius,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dead Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
The Blackbyrds,
Magma,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Last Poets,
Boogie Down Productions,
Morten Harket,
Pharoah Sanders,
Goldenarms,
Slave,
the Association,
Derrick May,
Ultravox,
Cal Tjader,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Raincoats,
The Mojo Men,
Judy Mowatt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bang On A Can,
The Angels of Light,
Tears for Fears,
Roxette,
Television,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oblivians,
Mark Hollis,
Blake Baxter,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Toasters,
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Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.