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 Panama and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
DNA,
The Associates,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
R.M.O.,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mummies,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Görl,
Mars,
Quadrant,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Christie,
Sixth Finger,
Make Up,
Jacob Miller,
Dave Gahan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Groovy Waters,
La Düsseldorf,
The Misunderstood,
The Remains,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Litter,
A Certain Ratio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Television Personalities,
Silicon Teens,
The Pop Group,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Infiniti,
New Order,
Tubeway Army,
The Music Machine,
Zapp,
Audionom,
Ronnie Foster,
AZ,
Ituana,
Rufus Thomas,
The Happenings,
Circle Jerks,
The Black Dice,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Cale,
In Retrospect,
Main Source,
David McCallum,
Sparks,
The Tremeloes,
Unwound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flash Fearless,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Slave,
The Residents,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Young Marble Giants,
The Busters,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.