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 Ethiopia and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Lou Reed 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 The Seeds to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Last Poets,
Dead Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
The Wake,
Lucky Dragons,
JFA,
Pere Ubu,
Organ,
The Pop Group,
Joyce Sims,
Rites of Spring,
Zapp,
The Electric Prunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vladislav Delay,
the Germs,
Mr. Review,
X-Ray Spex,
Steve Hackett,
The Martian,
The Five Americans,
Hoover,
Quantec,
Robert Görl,
Skaos,
Mad Mike,
Ultravox,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed,
Trumans Water,
Excepter,
Rosa Yemen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scion,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joensuu 1685,
Kas Product,
Grandmaster Flash,
David Bowie,
Minutemen,
Television Personalities,
Bob Dylan,
In Retrospect,
Absolute Body Control,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roger Hodgson,
Anakelly,
Lungfish,
The Walker Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
Dennis Brown,
Bad Manners,
Glenn Branca,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ituana,
The Stooges,
Alphaville,
Rufus Thomas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.