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 Dominica and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Pussy Galore to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Standells,
Dennis Brown,
Lalo Schifrin,
A Certain Ratio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Subhumans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Whodini,
Scratch Acid,
Heaven 17,
Mandrill,
F. McDonald,
Maleditus Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Jeff Lynne,
Niagra,
Eden Ahbez,
The Busters,
Barry Ungar,
The Knickerbockers,
Scrapy,
Kerri Chandler,
One Last Wish,
Ten City,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stockholm Monsters,
Trumans Water,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fire Engines,
Bob Dylan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New Order,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stereo Dub,
Organ,
Lakeside,
Livin' Joy,
The Last Poets,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Circle Jerks,
Section 25,
Y Pants,
In Retrospect,
Bluetip,
Nick Fraelich,
Ossler,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alton Ellis,
Derrick Morgan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ohio Players,
The Vogues,
Sonic Youth,
Shoche,
Rekid,
Pantytec,
Sight & Sound,
Scan 7,
Soul II Soul,
Delta 5,
Black Bananas,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.