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 Slovakia and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Half Japanese to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Rakim,
ABC,
Toni Rubio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Iggy Pop,
The Walker Brothers,
Country Teasers,
Pierre Henry,
Minor Threat,
The Pretty Things,
Jeff Lynne,
John Cale,
X-102,
The Monochrome Set,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Don Cherry,
The Fuzztones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arcadia,
Model 500,
Television Personalities,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thompson Twins,
Harmonia,
Warren Ellis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marc Almond,
Magma,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Vogues,
Hot Snakes,
Yellowson,
John Coltrane,
L. Decosne,
Duran Duran,
Mandrill,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crash Course in Science,
Drexciya,
Maurizio,
Bush Tetras,
Trumans Water,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Silicon Teens,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Zero Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Main Source,
The Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
Lungfish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Clear Light,
Todd Rundgren,
Parry Music,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang of Four,
Colin Newman,
The Names,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.