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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Brick to the electroclash 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Byron Stingily,
Rapeman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Walker Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Steve Hackett,
Swell Maps,
Graham Central Station,
Cybotron,
Excepter,
Radiohead,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nick Fraelich,
Bootsy Collins,
Neu!,
Bill Wells,
L. Decosne,
Oblivians,
Bobby Sherman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aloha Tigers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tommy Roe,
Skriet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pylon,
Reuben Wilson,
the Germs,
a-ha,
The Real Kids,
the Sonics,
Gang of Four,
Yazoo,
the Swans,
Television Personalities,
Joensuu 1685,
K-Klass,
The United States of America,
Al Stewart,
Alton Ellis,
DJ Sneak,
Essential Logic,
Freddie Wadling,
Buzzcocks,
Marvin Gaye,
Duran Duran,
Gabor Szabo,
Isaac Hayes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Monks,
Public Enemy,
The Busters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quando Quango,
The Move,
Bush Tetras,
Cymande,
Jesper Dahlback,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wally Richardson,
Ultravox,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.