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 Switzerland and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the electroclash 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
The New Christs,
Ohio Players,
Sonic Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
The Knickerbockers,
The Toasters,
Dawn Penn,
Peter & Gordon,
Stereo Dub,
Suicide,
Sparks,
Scratch Acid,
Pantytec,
Camouflage,
Jacob Miller,
The Electric Prunes,
Albert Ayler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kaleidoscope,
Althea and Donna,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Erykah Badu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Carl Craig,
The Pretty Things,
Silicon Teens,
Jacques Brel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Connie Case,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
KRS-One,
X-Ray Spex,
Dead Boys,
Visage,
A Certain Ratio,
Television Personalities,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roger Hodgson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Underground Resistance,
The Human League,
Kurtis Blow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radiohead,
Basic Channel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stiv Bators,
The Selecter,
10cc,
Bobby Sherman,
Hoover,
David Axelrod,
Surgeon,
Quadrant,
The Last Poets,
Johnny Osbourne,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.