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 Monaco and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Nils Olav to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric Dolphy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeff Mills,
Intrusion,
John Holt,
A Certain Ratio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sonics,
The Blues Magoos,
Erykah Badu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thee Headcoats,
Roxette,
John Coltrane,
The Red Krayola,
Iggy Pop,
Laurel Aitken,
Kevin Saunderson,
Monks,
Moby Grape,
Donald Byrd,
Aloha Tigers,
Pantaleimon,
John Lydon,
Radiohead,
EPMD,
Kool Moe Dee,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
FM Einheit,
The Trojans,
Joy Division,
Y Pants,
The Doors,
Fluxion,
Essential Logic,
Quantec,
Maurizio,
The Names,
Aswad,
B.T. Express,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sparks,
Black Moon,
Ten City,
John Foxx,
Funky Four + One,
Drive Like Jehu,
Desert Stars,
Swans,
Silicon Teens,
Von Mondo,
This Heat,
Spandau Ballet,
X-Ray Spex,
Mars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang Green,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.