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 Sweden and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mo-Dettes to the crunk 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Panda Bear,
H. Thieme,
Sam Rivers,
the Germs,
Man Parrish,
Basic Channel,
Pere Ubu,
Smog,
Whodini,
The Slits,
Alphaville,
John Holt,
Wally Richardson,
UT,
Fugazi,
Sonic Youth,
MDC,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick May,
Agent Orange,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter and Kerry,
Dave Gahan,
Monolake,
Electric Prunes,
Glenn Branca,
The Cramps,
Todd Terry,
Essential Logic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Anakelly,
The American Breed,
Mary Jane Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Rekid,
Janne Schatter,
Stiv Bators,
Roy Ayers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Bar-Kays,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Spandau Ballet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hot Snakes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ituana,
Sarah Menescal,
Bluetip,
Gang of Four,
Grauzone,
Underground Resistance,
The Moody Blues,
Howard Jones,
Ten City,
Quantec,
Can,
Wire,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.