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 Greece and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
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 synthesizer 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 Letta Mbulu to the crunk 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
The Fugs,
Franke,
Derrick Morgan,
Japan,
Hardrive,
Lalann,
June of 44,
Danielle Patucci,
In Retrospect,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
PIL,
Cheater Slicks,
The Names,
Bad Manners,
Jandek,
Pierre Henry,
Cecil Taylor,
Saccharine Trust,
T. Rex,
the Normal,
The Slackers,
AZ,
Eurythmics,
Babytalk,
New York Dolls,
Ludus,
Little Man,
Moebius,
Neil Young,
John Coltrane,
Minutemen,
Rod Modell,
Agitation Free,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Move,
Siglo XX,
Clear Light,
The Gap Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Angels of Light,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
China Crisis,
The Sound,
Eddi Front,
Essential Logic,
Judy Mowatt,
Youth Brigade,
H. Thieme,
Cluster,
Fat Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Offenders,
Slave,
Radio Birdman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bill Near,
Black Moon,
Roxy Music,
Audionom,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.