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 Malta and from London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 The Litter to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Colin Newman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Big Daddy Kane,
Accadde A,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Zero Boys,
Nico,
Grandmaster Flash,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
World's Most,
PIL,
the Sonics,
Marmalade,
David Axelrod,
Q and Not U,
Glenn Branca,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
a-ha,
The Martian,
Hashim,
Erasure,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Public Enemy,
The Victims,
Barrington Levy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pagans,
The Young Rascals,
Danielle Patucci,
Kenny Larkin,
DJ Style,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Malaria!,
Shoche,
Andrew Hill,
MDC,
Brass Construction,
Rekid,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mandrill,
Rakim,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Doobie Brothers,
Intrusion,
T. Rex,
Outsiders,
Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wolf Eyes,
Deepchord,
Judy Mowatt,
The Doors,
Eddi Front,
Sarah Menescal,
Underground Resistance,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nils Olav,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.