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 Kuwait and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Howard Jones to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Audionom,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Funky Four + One,
Negative Approach,
Gong,
Archie Shepp,
Organ,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hoover,
Groovy Waters,
Iggy Pop,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moby Grape,
John Cale,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bob Dylan,
Make Up,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nico,
Amon Düül,
Boredoms,
Terrestrial Tones,
La Düsseldorf,
Charles Mingus,
The Slackers,
Cecil Taylor,
Ken Boothe,
Skarface,
June Days,
JFA,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare,
Mantronix,
Supertramp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Red Krayola,
John Foxx,
Leonard Cohen,
Erykah Badu,
Derrick May,
Wings,
Flamin' Groovies,
MDC,
Davy DMX,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
U.S. Maple,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Remains,
Qualms,
June of 44,
Jerry's Kids,
Cheater Slicks,
Index,
Au Pairs,
Ludus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mad Mike,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.