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 Tuvalu and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Godley & Creme to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Man Parrish,
The Modern Lovers,
The Stooges,
Kerri Chandler,
Arcadia,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fear,
Kool Moe Dee,
Shuggie Otis,
Sugar Minott,
Hoover,
the Swans,
Dead Boys,
Donald Byrd,
The Slackers,
Laurel Aitken,
Kaleidoscope,
Suburban Knight,
Inner City,
Japan,
Q and Not U,
Joe Finger,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Shoche,
Porter Ricks,
U.S. Maple,
Joy Division,
Neil Young,
Crispian St. Peters,
Surgeon,
Anthony Braxton,
Tres Demented,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Duran Duran,
FM Einheit,
Infiniti,
Dennis Brown,
Stiv Bators,
Jeff Mills,
Basic Channel,
Soulsonic Force,
Barrington Levy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Faust,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Searchers,
Technova,
Glenn Branca,
Swans,
Ohio Players,
T. Rex,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tomorrow,
Half Japanese,
The Tremeloes,
The Zeros,
Stereo Dub,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.