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 Turkey and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Bauhaus to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 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 Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Faraquet,
The Litter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Iggy Pop,
Underground Resistance,
The Red Krayola,
Goldenarms,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tubeway Army,
Harmonia,
Josef K,
Hasil Adkins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ralphi Rosario,
ABBA,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radio Birdman,
Joy Division,
Tears for Fears,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Whodini,
The Toasters,
Japan,
Michelle Simonal,
Pierre Henry,
JFA,
Morten Harket,
Rosa Yemen,
Average White Band,
The Golliwogs,
Bill Wells,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funkadelic,
Alton Ellis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moby Grape,
Mantronix,
Fat Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jandek,
The Barracudas,
Unrelated Segments,
Y Pants,
Pulsallama,
UT,
Technova,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cluster,
The New Christs,
Severed Heads,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
OOIOO,
Jeff Mills,
Carl Craig,
The Star Department,
Monks,
Freddie Wadling,
Jimmy McGriff,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.