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 Liechtenstein and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 Colin Newman to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Pole,
Gang of Four,
Amon Düül,
Rites of Spring,
Monolake,
DJ Style,
The Blackbyrds,
Maurizio,
Tres Demented,
The Misunderstood,
Basic Channel,
Underground Resistance,
Massinfluence,
Echospace,
Scrapy,
Index,
Eli Mardock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minny Pops,
Brand Nubian,
Pierre Henry,
Rakim,
Erasure,
Surgeon,
Junior Murvin,
The Buckinghams,
Barry Ungar,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lower 48,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
K-Klass,
Rapeman,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultimate Spinach,
48th St. Collective,
The Birthday Party,
Bill Wells,
Pussy Galore,
Fatback Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cluster,
Lightning Bolt,
Cecil Taylor,
The Music Machine,
Warren Ellis,
Thee Headcoats,
Lindisfarne,
The Wake,
Nick Fraelich,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eden Ahbez,
Lucky Dragons,
Intrusion,
John Cale,
Pylon,
Wally Richardson,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fuzztones,
AZ,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.