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 Kyrgyzstan and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Yazoo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Angry Samoans,
the Bar-Kays,
Sister Nancy,
The Sonics,
Black Flag,
Fela Kuti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Au Pairs,
Kerri Chandler,
Zero Boys,
Fear,
Lightning Bolt,
Lalann,
Robert Görl,
Qualms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Los Fastidios,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boogie Down Productions,
Henry Cow,
Japan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funkadelic,
Intrusion,
Crash Course in Science,
Altered Images,
a-ha,
Thompson Twins,
Cluster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dave Gahan,
The Residents,
Eric Dolphy,
Connie Case,
Minor Threat,
Crooked Eye,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Delta 5,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Swell Maps,
Black Bananas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Symarip,
10cc,
Rekid,
Kenny Larkin,
Marine Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Average White Band,
The Fuzztones,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Stooges,
the Swans,
Al Stewart,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.