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 Qatar and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Hardrive to the grime 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Görl record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Pierre Henry,
Magazine,
Lindisfarne,
Flash Fearless,
Clear Light,
Niagra,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fall,
Althea and Donna,
Heaven 17,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Spandau Ballet,
Kayak,
The Vogues,
Mandrill,
Crime,
Scan 7,
Tommy Roe,
Outsiders,
The Index,
Whodini,
Wire,
The Durutti Column,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Can,
Bronski Beat,
Sparks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hoover,
Von Mondo,
Make Up,
Stockholm Monsters,
Magma,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Public Image Ltd.,
a-ha,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Loose Ends,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flipper,
Lightning Bolt,
Moebius,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Slits,
Cameo,
Adolescents,
Dennis Brown,
Tropical Tobacco,
Morten Harket,
Wolf Eyes,
Aaron Thompson,
Drexciya,
Q65,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Johnny Osbourne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Erasure,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.