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 Nepal and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 UT to the rap 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Dave Gahan,
D'Angelo,
Reuben Wilson,
Toni Rubio,
Gong,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mo-Dettes,
Mars,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Country Teasers,
Supertramp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Moon,
Simply Red,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Main Source,
Lindisfarne,
John Holt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Index,
Patti Smith,
Warren Ellis,
The Last Poets,
Marc Almond,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Divine Comedy,
Donny Hathaway,
Brass Construction,
Quando Quango,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gabor Szabo,
The Motions,
The Saints,
Al Stewart,
The Pretty Things,
Circle Jerks,
Pussy Galore,
Black Pus,
Silicon Teens,
Ituana,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Kinks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
ABBA,
Nirvana,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ponytail,
Roxette,
The Wake,
Television Personalities,
Kayak,
Agitation Free,
Soft Cell,
Jerry's Kids,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rufus Thomas,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.