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 Guinea-Bissau 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Delon & Dalcan to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Harmonia,
James White and The Blacks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Normal,
Skaos,
Loose Ends,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gladiators,
Grauzone,
The Smiths,
CMW,
Heaven 17,
The Divine Comedy,
Spoonie Gee,
Thompson Twins,
Ice-T,
Newcleus,
Brick,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Monochrome Set,
Derrick May,
Graham Central Station,
E-Dancer,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amon Düül II,
Tom Boy,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nico,
Colin Newman,
Adolescents,
Ponytail,
Television Personalities,
Joe Smooth,
Moebius,
Michelle Simonal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scratch Acid,
Gang Green,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Bar-Kays,
Shoche,
Yaz,
Q and Not U,
Blossom Toes,
Cal Tjader,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric Copeland,
World's Most,
Susan Cadogan,
The Raincoats,
Gang Gang Dance,
Animal Collective,
Lindisfarne,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.