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 Colombia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lightning Bolt to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
The Stooges,
Roger Hodgson,
Minny Pops,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gories,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Beau Brummels,
Sex Pistols,
R.M.O.,
Magazine,
Intrusion,
Magma,
Tommy Roe,
Ossler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fuzztones,
Saccharine Trust,
The Evens,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Pretty Things,
Amon Düül,
Neil Young,
The Mummies,
Funky Four + One,
The Cure,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Görl,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Associates,
Rosa Yemen,
Excepter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thompson Twins,
Neu!,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Remains,
Suburban Knight,
The Gun Club,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Neon Judgement,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Dennis Brown,
Sparks,
Chris & Cosey,
Soulsonic Force,
Monks,
L. Decosne,
Organ,
Technova,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quadrant,
Bush Tetras,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radiohead,
Ultravox,
X-102,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.