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 Tonga 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Arthur Verocai to the crunk 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
X-101,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Görl,
Marcia Griffiths,
David Axelrod,
Bush Tetras,
Liliput,
Terrestrial Tones,
Average White Band,
Neu!,
Derrick May,
Quando Quango,
Absolute Body Control,
Minny Pops,
Vainqueur,
Second Layer,
Spoonie Gee,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dave Gahan,
Slave,
Bobby Byrd,
Spandau Ballet,
Carl Craig,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nik Kershaw,
Scion,
Bobby Sherman,
Sex Pistols,
Letta Mbulu,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Pretty Things,
Dennis Brown,
Radio Birdman,
James White and The Blacks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eurythmics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Smoke,
Soulsonic Force,
The United States of America,
B.T. Express,
MC5,
Desert Stars,
Franke,
Magma,
Alphaville,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gichy Dan,
Make Up,
Ten City,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Q and Not U,
Hardrive,
DJ Sneak,
LL Cool J,
The Toasters,
Fat Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Altered Images,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.