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 Cyprus and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Suburban Knight to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
DNA,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Detroit Cobras,
Public Image Ltd.,
Susan Cadogan,
Yusef Lateef,
The Seeds,
ABC,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lightning Bolt,
Stereo Dub,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mantronix,
Lyres,
Ohio Players,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moss Icon,
JFA,
Amon Düül,
Second Layer,
Amon Düül II,
Gastr Del Sol,
Monks,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Sheep,
Black Flag,
Blancmange,
Minnie Riperton,
Michelle Simonal,
Matthew Halsall,
The Moody Blues,
Barclay James Harvest,
Motorama,
Das Ding,
Minny Pops,
Maurizio,
Bad Manners,
Henry Cow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ornette Coleman,
Bluetip,
Pagans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Slits,
Junior Murvin,
This Heat,
Jacques Brel,
Cameo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang of Four,
Crash Course in Science,
the Slits,
Siglo XX,
Ronan,
Easy Going,
Gabor Szabo,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.