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 East Timor and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
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 synthesizer 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 Dark Day to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Black Moon,
Make Up,
Brand Nubian,
Howard Jones,
Moby Grape,
Mr. Review,
The Real Kids,
Matthew Bourne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Das Ding,
Scion,
Negative Approach,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pantaleimon,
Pantytec,
The Moody Blues,
Barbara Tucker,
Connie Case,
Mark Hollis,
Marine Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Urselle,
The Gun Club,
Cheater Slicks,
Isaac Hayes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gichy Dan,
Siglo XX,
Zero Boys,
Average White Band,
Adolescents,
Electric Prunes,
Cameo,
Bluetip,
Blake Baxter,
Leonard Cohen,
Gong,
Reuben Wilson,
Erasure,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sällskapet,
Quando Quango,
Cybotron,
Black Sheep,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nico,
Bill Near,
Roxette,
Drexciya,
New Order,
Arab on Radar,
The Blues Magoos,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dave Gahan,
Tomorrow,
Blossom Toes,
Faraquet,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.