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 Gambia and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minutemen to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Soft Cell,
Freddie Wadling,
Accadde A,
Theoretical Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cal Tjader,
Von Mondo,
Scan 7,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pere Ubu,
a-ha,
Ice-T,
the Normal,
Intrusion,
Morten Harket,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-101,
Guru Guru,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amon Düül,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dennis Brown,
kango's stein massive,
Stiv Bators,
Juan Atkins,
X-Ray Spex,
Radiopuhelimet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nik Kershaw,
Eden Ahbez,
10cc,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brick,
The Barracudas,
Blancmange,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David Axelrod,
Traffic Nightmare,
Inner City,
Young Marble Giants,
Kenny Larkin,
Los Fastidios,
Crispian St. Peters,
Visage,
The Raincoats,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tomorrow,
Andrew Hill,
Animal Collective,
Quando Quango,
The Vogues,
The Busters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash,
Popol Vuh,
Don Cherry,
Toni Rubio,
The Gun Club,
Vladislav Delay,
Section 25,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.