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 Germany and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Marc Almond to the techno 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Kas Product,
Robert Görl,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Isaac Hayes,
Flash Fearless,
Traffic Nightmare,
Althea and Donna,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tom Boy,
Stiv Bators,
Radio Birdman,
Chris & Cosey,
The Vogues,
The Last Poets,
ABBA,
Byron Stingily,
Fad Gadget,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brick,
World's Most,
Flipper,
The Buckinghams,
E-Dancer,
Dave Gahan,
Con Funk Shun,
Derrick May,
Buzzcocks,
Funky Four + One,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pylon,
The Monks,
Simply Red,
Rapeman,
Slick Rick,
Ludus,
Khruangbin,
Das Ding,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare,
Bluetip,
Crash Course in Science,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camberwell Now,
Nirvana,
Spandau Ballet,
Jacob Miller,
Terry Callier,
Eli Mardock,
Barrington Levy,
Q and Not U,
Arthur Verocai,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fela Kuti,
MC5,
Kerrie Biddell,
Anthony Braxton,
Rotary Connection,
Desert Stars,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.