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 Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Royal Trux to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scratch Acid,
Popol Vuh,
Buzzcocks,
The J.B.'s,
Organ,
Lower 48,
Jeff Mills,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Slackers,
Boz Scaggs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camouflage,
Juan Atkins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quando Quango,
Liliput,
Babytalk,
Eden Ahbez,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
The Modern Lovers,
Janne Schatter,
Vainqueur,
Amon Düül,
Ronan,
The Tremeloes,
Easy Going,
Steve Hackett,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hot Snakes,
Soft Cell,
The Gories,
Brand Nubian,
Sonic Youth,
The Names,
Reagan Youth,
Altered Images,
Slick Rick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Star Department,
Electric Prunes,
The Residents,
Delta 5,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kas Product,
Eddi Front,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tres Demented,
Dawn Penn,
Qualms,
X-Ray Spex,
La Düsseldorf,
Todd Rundgren,
Connie Case,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.