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 Burundi and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Danielle Patucci to the electroclash 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Foxx,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Associates,
Rod Modell,
Inner City,
Talk Talk,
Echospace,
DNA,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cymande,
The Techniques,
Groovy Waters,
Mr. Review,
The Offenders,
Chris Corsano,
Tears for Fears,
Visage,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amon Düül,
Jeff Mills,
AZ,
The Durutti Column,
In Retrospect,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yazoo,
Ponytail,
The Cure,
Kerri Chandler,
Second Layer,
Slick Rick,
Can,
Negative Approach,
Buzzcocks,
Liliput,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mission of Burma,
Zapp,
Derrick May,
Au Pairs,
Jawbox,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Swell Maps,
Angry Samoans,
The Toasters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skaos,
Kevin Saunderson,
Agitation Free,
Soulsonic Force,
Los Fastidios,
Rosa Yemen,
Junior Murvin,
The Index,
Nils Olav,
June Days,
CMW,
MDC,
Hashim,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.