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 Burkina and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Pantytec to the electroclash 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
The Barracudas,
Agent Orange,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Görl,
Saccharine Trust,
Danielle Patucci,
Susan Cadogan,
Crooked Eye,
Rotary Connection,
The Fuzztones,
Barry Ungar,
Lungfish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bluetip,
Shoche,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amon Düül II,
Average White Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
JFA,
Magma,
Scott Walker,
Q65,
Robert Hood,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hot Snakes,
Cybotron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minny Pops,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David Axelrod,
The Misunderstood,
Reuben Wilson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Index,
Negative Approach,
Rekid,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Siglo XX,
The Gun Club,
The Wake,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun City Girls,
Deakin,
Gang Green,
Surgeon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Traffic Nightmare,
Max Romeo,
Eric B and Rakim,
UT,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Durutti Column,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barbara Tucker,
Quando Quango,
The Seeds,
Neil Young,
Kayak,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.