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 Burkina and from Glasgow.
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 Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the funk 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Jacob Miller,
Toni Rubio,
Intrusion,
The Buckinghams,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Delon & Dalcan,
CMW,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kas Product,
China Crisis,
Terry Callier,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Stooges,
The Selecter,
Bronski Beat,
Thee Headcoats,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jacques Brel,
The Residents,
The Star Department,
New Age Steppers,
James White and The Blacks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
MC5,
Piero Umiliani,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Index,
The Gun Club,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Faraquet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sonic Youth,
Moebius,
Maleditus Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Sam Rivers,
Buzzcocks,
Minor Threat,
June Days,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marvin Gaye,
Hot Snakes,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-102,
Scrapy,
Electric Prunes,
Duran Duran,
The Associates,
The Real Kids,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Massinfluence,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Panda Bear,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.