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 Monaco and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 U.S. Maple to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
The Walker Brothers,
Alphaville,
The United States of America,
The Gap Band,
Minor Threat,
Isaac Hayes,
Ponytail,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Magazine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Slits,
Scion,
Circle Jerks,
Public Enemy,
Shoche,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mars,
Blancmange,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fortunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Monks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Peter and Kerry,
Connie Case,
The Alarm Clocks,
Easy Going,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dead C,
Minutemen,
Drexciya,
Neu!,
Arthur Verocai,
Sugar Minott,
Jeff Mills,
Janne Schatter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Motorama,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Depeche Mode,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soulsonic Force,
Pet Shop Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Saints,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mantronix,
Crooked Eye,
Matthew Halsall,
Moebius,
the Normal,
The Martian,
Scratch Acid,
Eurythmics,
X-101,
Ultra Naté,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.