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 St Lucia and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Yusef Lateef to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Cameo,
Thompson Twins,
DNA,
Moebius,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Los Fastidios,
Stockholm Monsters,
Severed Heads,
Animal Collective,
Supertramp,
Piero Umiliani,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Parry Music,
Simply Red,
Ken Boothe,
Crash Course in Science,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Hood,
Sarah Menescal,
Traffic Nightmare,
Electric Prunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Blake Baxter,
Joe Finger,
Symarip,
The Gladiators,
Amon Düül,
Fugazi,
Faust,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wasted Youth,
H. Thieme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Normal,
The Saints,
Main Source,
Ultravox,
Bronski Beat,
Gabor Szabo,
Morten Harket,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-Ray Spex,
The Stooges,
Thee Headcoats,
Ten City,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Wyatt,
Mandrill,
Faraquet,
Josef K,
Swell Maps,
Chrome,
Porter Ricks,
The Seeds,
Brothers Johnson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
D'Angelo,
B.T. Express,
The Searchers,
Quadrant,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.