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 Korea North and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Zero Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
These Immortal Souls,
Crooked Eye,
The Angels of Light,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Görl,
Steve Hackett,
The Residents,
ABC,
Silicon Teens,
Grey Daturas,
CMW,
Eden Ahbez,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Easy Going,
AZ,
The Cure,
DJ Sneak,
Franke,
Drexciya,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Matthew Halsall,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cecil Taylor,
Neu!,
Audionom,
Ultravox,
Newcleus,
Roger Hodgson,
Chris Corsano,
Eric Dolphy,
The Moleskins,
Wire,
Amon Düül II,
D'Angelo,
Deakin,
The Wake,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Busters,
Lower 48,
R.M.O.,
Electric Prunes,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Green,
The Searchers,
Ronnie Foster,
Mandrill,
Barrington Levy,
Echospace,
Scan 7,
Joensuu 1685,
Juan Atkins,
The Tremeloes,
Unwound,
Donald Byrd,
Roxy Music,
kango's stein massive,
Television Personalities,
Carl Craig,
Bootsy Collins,
10cc,
Subhumans,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.