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 France 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sexual Harrassment to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Idris Muhammad,
Sister Nancy,
the Soft Cell,
The Electric Prunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blake Baxter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tommy Roe,
Chris & Cosey,
Rufus Thomas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sparks,
The Wake,
Severed Heads,
Flamin' Groovies,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neil Young,
La Düsseldorf,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moby Grape,
Amazonics,
The Standells,
AZ,
The Cramps,
Marine Girls,
The Saints,
Jeff Lynne,
Radiohead,
Chris Corsano,
Metal Thangz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gap Band,
Guru Guru,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Agitation Free,
Gong,
Gang of Four,
the Germs,
Hardrive,
Tres Demented,
The Fire Engines,
Alphaville,
Masters at Work,
Au Pairs,
Flipper,
Graham Central Station,
Massinfluence,
Can,
Agent Orange,
Ornette Coleman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jawbox,
June of 44,
Oblivians,
Black Sheep,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.