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 Thailand and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 Chrome to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Gregory Isaacs,
Country Teasers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crooked Eye,
The Evens,
a-ha,
Drexciya,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aaron Thompson,
David Axelrod,
Eddi Front,
Todd Terry,
The Martian,
Whodini,
Lucky Dragons,
Janne Schatter,
Wolf Eyes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Slits,
Franke,
The Fugs,
Don Cherry,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Human League,
Josef K,
Drive Like Jehu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grauzone,
T.S.O.L.,
Trumans Water,
The Kinks,
Alphaville,
The Pretty Things,
Circle Jerks,
Roger Hodgson,
Arab on Radar,
Deakin,
Malaria!,
Panda Bear,
The Five Americans,
Animal Collective,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Groovy Waters,
The Saints,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dead Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Thee Headcoats,
Grandmaster Flash,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gabor Szabo,
T. Rex,
Au Pairs,
The Star Department,
The Red Krayola,
Subhumans,
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.