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 Gambia and from Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 Pole to the techno 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano 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?
Radiopuhelimet,
Alphaville,
Ronnie Foster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nico,
Dual Sessions,
Crime,
Cheater Slicks,
Con Funk Shun,
Fugazi,
Parry Music,
Alison Limerick,
PIL,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aaron Thompson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Sherman,
Young Marble Giants,
the Soft Cell,
The Young Rascals,
Pere Ubu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Severed Heads,
The Standells,
Ronan,
Pulsallama,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Christie,
Marcia Griffiths,
Essential Logic,
The Five Americans,
Pole,
Hardrive,
Gang Green,
Boz Scaggs,
Wire,
Kurtis Blow,
David McCallum,
Sight & Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lightning Bolt,
Make Up,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Suicide,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Real Kids,
Pylon,
Morten Harket,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Negative Approach,
Black Bananas,
the Slits,
Bad Manners,
Cecil Taylor,
FM Einheit,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
K-Klass,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.