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 Micronesia and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roxette to the grunge 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Spandau Ballet,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Section 25,
Sixth Finger,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cecil Taylor,
Altered Images,
Jeff Mills,
Aloha Tigers,
F. McDonald,
Ronan,
Soft Cell,
Basic Channel,
Scrapy,
ABBA,
Crooked Eye,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nico,
Oblivians,
Excepter,
Lou Christie,
Das Ding,
Lakeside,
New York Dolls,
Soulsonic Force,
Bob Dylan,
EPMD,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Monks,
Deakin,
Underground Resistance,
Infiniti,
Trumans Water,
John Cale,
The Buckinghams,
Public Enemy,
Joensuu 1685,
Nick Fraelich,
Neu!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dennis Brown,
June of 44,
Tim Buckley,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gap Band,
John Foxx,
Mission of Burma,
The Associates,
Pylon,
The Litter,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cure,
Ultravox,
Steve Hackett,
The Black Dice,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.