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 Japan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 The Index to the rap 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aaron Thompson,
Schoolly D,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Cale,
David Bowie,
Marvin Gaye,
Derrick May,
Magazine,
Saccharine Trust,
Procol Harum,
Tomorrow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Knickerbockers,
Infiniti,
David Axelrod,
Hot Snakes,
Stereo Dub,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Unwound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fat Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Absolute Body Control,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mars,
The New Christs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ronan,
Minnie Riperton,
Agitation Free,
Aural Exciters,
The Evens,
Deadbeat,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Invisible,
Supertramp,
kango's stein massive,
In Retrospect,
The Slackers,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Görl,
Eurythmics,
Reuben Wilson,
Suicide,
X-102,
The Real Kids,
Kevin Saunderson,
Swans,
Alice Coltrane,
Bronski Beat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
New York Dolls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quadrant,
Little Man,
Gang Green,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.