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 Morocco and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Camouflage to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Zeros,
Agent Orange,
David Axelrod,
Bluetip,
Moebius,
The Walker Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Anthony Braxton,
Crooked Eye,
Howard Jones,
Altered Images,
Jawbox,
Panda Bear,
Minutemen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jandek,
Basic Channel,
Quantec,
Buzzcocks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Carl Craig,
Hashim,
Oneida,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cosmic Jokers,
AZ,
Faraquet,
Eve St. Jones,
Aloha Tigers,
CMW,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Television,
Lou Reed,
Bang On A Can,
Yellowson,
Morten Harket,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bill Wells,
Scion,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nils Olav,
ABBA,
Dennis Brown,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tom Boy,
The Moody Blues,
Eurythmics,
Malaria!,
Ronnie Foster,
Blancmange,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Standells,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soft Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moss Icon,
The Saints,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bootsy Collins,
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.