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 Bahamas and from Bologna.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Blake Baxter,
Roxette,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tears for Fears,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tubeway Army,
Shuggie Otis,
Agitation Free,
Silicon Teens,
Quadrant,
Dave Gahan,
Jandek,
Rotary Connection,
Delta 5,
The Leaves,
DJ Sneak,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nirvana,
Eurythmics,
Brand Nubian,
The Kinks,
Traffic Nightmare,
The J.B.'s,
The Smoke,
Supertramp,
Unrelated Segments,
Joensuu 1685,
Dennis Brown,
Ronan,
The Dead C,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Misunderstood,
Pussy Galore,
The Birthday Party,
Barbara Tucker,
Franke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kayak,
The Mojo Men,
Ponytail,
Au Pairs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nas,
The Happenings,
Panda Bear,
The Wake,
Suicide,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Buckinghams,
Graham Central Station,
Agent Orange,
Con Funk Shun,
Cameo,
Cybotron,
Arcadia,
Simply Red,
Audionom,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.