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 Bhutan and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 X-101 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brass Construction,
The Flesh Eaters,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Green,
The Misunderstood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tears for Fears,
Oneida,
Crime,
The Slits,
Average White Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Bananas,
The Monks,
Man Parrish,
Josef K,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Guru Guru,
The Happenings,
Babytalk,
Boredoms,
Boz Scaggs,
Gong,
Fear,
John Holt,
D'Angelo,
Can,
The Black Dice,
Lindisfarne,
Matthew Halsall,
Supertramp,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Neon Judgement,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sound Behaviour,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amon Düül II,
Pole,
Barbara Tucker,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Qualms,
Make Up,
Basic Channel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-102,
Connie Case,
Grey Daturas,
Ronnie Foster,
Steve Hackett,
Don Cherry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arcadia,
Lalann,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.