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 Taiwan and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the 808 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 Q65 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Marmalade,
Sällskapet,
The Red Krayola,
Marine Girls,
The Sound,
Ultravox,
Wings,
Rod Modell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soft Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ludus,
Kenny Larkin,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gladiators,
La Düsseldorf,
Buzzcocks,
The Last Poets,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radio Birdman,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flash Fearless,
Half Japanese,
Patti Smith,
Scrapy,
New Order,
The Tremeloes,
Shoche,
Pagans,
K-Klass,
Alphaville,
Colin Newman,
Harmonia,
Theoretical Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Carl Craig,
L. Decosne,
James White and The Blacks,
the Germs,
X-101,
Mars,
Mission of Burma,
The Monks,
Byron Stingily,
Basic Channel,
Magazine,
Electric Prunes,
Bill Near,
Chris Corsano,
DNA,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Swans,
The Happenings,
Skriet,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.