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 Oman and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Nico to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Mad Mike,
Talk Talk,
Sound Behaviour,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fortunes,
the Human League,
Todd Terry,
The Cramps,
The Trojans,
Subhumans,
Fugazi,
World's Most,
Gang of Four,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Shuggie Otis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nik Kershaw,
the Bar-Kays,
The Skatalites,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vladislav Delay,
Brick,
Theoretical Girls,
Masters at Work,
The Mummies,
ABBA,
Reagan Youth,
Mandrill,
Ponytail,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dark Day,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Monks,
Funkadelic,
Lou Christie,
The Wake,
Lalo Schifrin,
Khruangbin,
Eden Ahbez,
Excepter,
UT,
The Neon Judgement,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ossler,
Boz Scaggs,
Mars,
Bad Manners,
Desert Stars,
Amon Düül II,
Sun City Girls,
Icehouse,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.