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 Iraq and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Fall to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Young Marble Giants,
Minny Pops,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Görl,
Tom Boy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Durutti Column,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cheater Slicks,
Michelle Simonal,
The Residents,
Lindisfarne,
Mission of Burma,
Davy DMX,
Minor Threat,
Vladislav Delay,
Easy Going,
Depeche Mode,
Tears for Fears,
Marvin Gaye,
The Litter,
The Angels of Light,
Lower 48,
Echospace,
Jeff Mills,
Maleditus Sound,
Althea and Donna,
The Searchers,
Schoolly D,
Niagra,
Bluetip,
Country Joe & The Fish,
ABBA,
Adolescents,
Metal Thangz,
Joensuu 1685,
Amon Düül,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rufus Thomas,
Audionom,
Negative Approach,
Magma,
Ten City,
Brand Nubian,
Roy Ayers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun City Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pylon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kaleidoscope,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Germs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Associates,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tommy Roe,
One Last Wish,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Five Americans,
Hoover,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.