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 Egypt and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 the Swans to the grunge 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Excepter,
Alphaville,
FM Einheit,
Robert Görl,
Black Bananas,
Juan Atkins,
Cecil Taylor,
Rites of Spring,
Silicon Teens,
U.S. Maple,
Surgeon,
Negative Approach,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Flag,
Agitation Free,
The Victims,
Masters at Work,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter and Kerry,
The Kinks,
the Normal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Popol Vuh,
Peter & Gordon,
Zapp,
Jacques Brel,
Das Ding,
Slick Rick,
Echospace,
Marc Almond,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Carl Craig,
Joy Division,
The Zeros,
The Toasters,
Young Marble Giants,
Matthew Halsall,
The Doobie Brothers,
Connie Case,
Saccharine Trust,
Dawn Penn,
Hardrive,
The Electric Prunes,
Von Mondo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soulsonic Force,
Drive Like Jehu,
Urselle,
The Cosmic Jokers,
T.S.O.L.,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Metal Thangz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scrapy,
Minnie Riperton,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.