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 Costa Rica and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 The Mummies to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Eden Ahbez,
Minor Threat,
The Standells,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marvin Gaye,
The Last Poets,
Duran Duran,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brass Construction,
Aswad,
Von Mondo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bang On A Can,
Theoretical Girls,
Skarface,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Slits,
Ronan,
The Young Rascals,
The Count Five,
World's Most,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joe Smooth,
Index,
Derrick May,
June Days,
Black Bananas,
Ornette Coleman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Matthew Bourne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mojo Men,
Soft Machine,
Soft Cell,
Zapp,
Monks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bluetip,
Dual Sessions,
The Raincoats,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bauhaus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Erykah Badu,
Y Pants,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Saints,
Fad Gadget,
Supertramp,
Stiv Bators,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Trojans,
Lower 48,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Janne Schatter,
Animal Collective,
The Dirtbombs,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.