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 Hungary and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neu!,
Wally Richardson,
The Birthday Party,
Intrusion,
Scrapy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Christie,
Cameo,
OOIOO,
Robert Görl,
Brothers Johnson,
The Barracudas,
Howard Jones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mo-Dettes,
Grey Daturas,
the Bar-Kays,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neil Young,
T.S.O.L.,
Alphaville,
Carl Craig,
Crooked Eye,
Wolf Eyes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Massinfluence,
Nas,
Subhumans,
La Düsseldorf,
Cybotron,
Gabor Szabo,
Adolescents,
Marvin Gaye,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grauzone,
Newcleus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sonic Youth,
Pierre Henry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boz Scaggs,
Angry Samoans,
Hot Snakes,
Aswad,
The Stooges,
Don Cherry,
Public Enemy,
Warren Ellis,
R.M.O.,
Severed Heads,
Unwound,
T. Rex,
Dark Day,
Audionom,
The Gap Band,
The Busters,
In Retrospect,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jandek,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.