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 Tunisia and from Toronto.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Juan Atkins to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
New Age Steppers,
Electric Prunes,
The Human League,
Arcadia,
Crime,
Skarface,
Malaria!,
Neil Young,
Chris Corsano,
Colin Newman,
Interpol,
Magazine,
The Pretty Things,
Sun City Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Groovy Waters,
The J.B.'s,
Amon Düül II,
Simply Red,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cybotron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bluetip,
Alphaville,
Andrew Hill,
Cluster,
Scott Walker,
Procol Harum,
Hasil Adkins,
Yazoo,
June Days,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Altered Images,
Josef K,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeff Mills,
Scratch Acid,
Rod Modell,
Radio Birdman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Danielle Patucci,
Motorama,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rufus Thomas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skriet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nils Olav,
Reuben Wilson,
Davy DMX,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joy Division,
The Walker Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Main Source,
Japan,
Unwound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.