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 Czech Republic and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 L. Decosne to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U 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?
8 Eyed Spy,
Hoover,
JFA,
Dead Boys,
Prince Buster,
The Dirtbombs,
EPMD,
Joey Negro,
Marcia Griffiths,
Graham Central Station,
Warren Ellis,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gories,
Von Mondo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moss Icon,
Malaria!,
These Immortal Souls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mr. Review,
Michelle Simonal,
Tres Demented,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cybotron,
H. Thieme,
Scan 7,
The Dead C,
Fear,
Sonic Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vainqueur,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Technova,
Todd Terry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sonics,
Derrick Morgan,
New Order,
Unwound,
the Slits,
Minnie Riperton,
a-ha,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Stooges,
Pole,
Gichy Dan,
Cal Tjader,
Janne Schatter,
Kaleidoscope,
Stereo Dub,
Nils Olav,
Shoche,
June of 44,
The Mummies,
Crime,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joe Smooth,
Wally Richardson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Reagan Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.