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 Mali and from Lyon.
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 Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 These Immortal Souls to the techno 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blossom Toes,
Black Bananas,
Make Up,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vainqueur,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Victims,
The Misunderstood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Derrick Morgan,
Von Mondo,
Adolescents,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dave Clark Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Green,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Delta 5,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Doors,
Procol Harum,
The Selecter,
June Days,
ABC,
Avey Tare,
Barry Ungar,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Invisible,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
JFA,
Tomorrow,
Public Enemy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sparks,
Soul II Soul,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Al Stewart,
Agitation Free,
Yazoo,
Eric Dolphy,
Sixth Finger,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crispy Ambulance,
Slave,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Johnny Osbourne,
Charles Mingus,
Sarah Menescal,
Inner City,
Essential Logic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
LL Cool J,
The Monks,
Can,
Easy Going,
Marvin Gaye,
Goldenarms,
Con Funk Shun,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.