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 Montenegro and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Guru Guru to the electroclash 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Quando Quango,
Davy DMX,
These Immortal Souls,
The Stooges,
Soft Machine,
Blancmange,
The Cowsills,
Janne Schatter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Max Romeo,
Kas Product,
The Trojans,
Sarah Menescal,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gong,
Ronan,
John Holt,
The Misunderstood,
Jeru the Damaja,
Archie Shepp,
Whodini,
Massinfluence,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fuzztones,
Grauzone,
Kerri Chandler,
The Seeds,
Byron Stingily,
John Coltrane,
Lyres,
Livin' Joy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joe Finger,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun Ra,
Parry Music,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cal Tjader,
Lucky Dragons,
The Angels of Light,
Pulsallama,
The Litter,
Absolute Body Control,
T. Rex,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang of Four,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeff Mills,
The Golliwogs,
Moebius,
Niagra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Five Americans,
A Certain Ratio,
Wire,
Connie Case,
Yaz,
Dave Gahan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.