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 Lesotho and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Sarah Menescal to the grime 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Minutemen,
Fear,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Blues Magoos,
Masters at Work,
Camberwell Now,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hardrive,
Eden Ahbez,
Negative Approach,
The Gladiators,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Guru Guru,
Brick,
Nico,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boz Scaggs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scan 7,
Flash Fearless,
The Dave Clark Five,
Albert Ayler,
Peter and Kerry,
The Residents,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Shadows of Knight,
Letta Mbulu,
Cluster,
Slick Rick,
Davy DMX,
Y Pants,
Iggy Pop,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Delta 5,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ossler,
Lindisfarne,
Basic Channel,
Sun Ra,
Lalo Schifrin,
UT,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Görl,
Gang Starr,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terry Callier,
The Five Americans,
Sonic Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Hood,
the Human League,
AZ,
Godley & Creme,
The Selecter,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Durutti Column,
Sun City Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Desert Stars,
Eurythmics,
The Offenders,
Dave Gahan,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.