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 Estonia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the 808 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 Ronan to the grime 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum 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 theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
The Fugs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Human League,
Joy Division,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minny Pops,
The Modern Lovers,
Donald Byrd,
Bobbi Humphrey,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gories,
Derrick May,
The Music Machine,
Massinfluence,
MC5,
F. McDonald,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sound Behaviour,
Maurizio,
The New Christs,
Infiniti,
Roxette,
The Grass Roots,
Janne Schatter,
L. Decosne,
Babytalk,
Agitation Free,
The Gap Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Moody Blues,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Selecter,
Jerry's Kids,
The Saints,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cramps,
Minnie Riperton,
Amazonics,
The Techniques,
The Walker Brothers,
Nils Olav,
The Alarm Clocks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Lyres,
Ultimate Spinach,
Throbbing Gristle,
Suicide,
Supertramp,
Black Moon,
Popol Vuh,
Kerri Chandler,
Chrome,
Ice-T,
Symarip,
Sarah Menescal,
Swell Maps,
Camouflage,
Yusef Lateef,
The Raincoats,
The Cowsills,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.