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 Seychelles 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 London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 New Order to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Lou Reed,
Traffic Nightmare,
Clear Light,
Lucky Dragons,
Minny Pops,
Zapp,
The Associates,
Minor Threat,
Maurizio,
The Monks,
Bauhaus,
Nirvana,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cowsills,
Kerri Chandler,
Joensuu 1685,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fluxion,
Joyce Sims,
Bizarre Inc.,
KRS-One,
World's Most,
Cluster,
Bluetip,
H. Thieme,
Faust,
Index,
Tres Demented,
Arthur Verocai,
Kenny Larkin,
Country Teasers,
Radiohead,
The Fire Engines,
Magma,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Outsiders,
Yazoo,
Sällskapet,
Moby Grape,
The Golliwogs,
The Fall,
Drexciya,
Swans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roxy Music,
Supertramp,
Connie Case,
Fad Gadget,
Porter Ricks,
Lalann,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joy Division,
Bush Tetras,
Stiv Bators,
Big Daddy Kane,
Metal Thangz,
Eden Ahbez,
Duran Duran,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.