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 Venezuela and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Lou Reed 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 X-Ray Spex to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Starr,
Tubeway Army,
In Retrospect,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bill Wells,
Marc Almond,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rod Modell,
The Smoke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lalann,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Monks,
Talk Talk,
Boz Scaggs,
The Searchers,
Second Layer,
Pantaleimon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harmonia,
Rakim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harry Pussy,
Blake Baxter,
Boredoms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quando Quango,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pole,
Pantytec,
Blossom Toes,
kango's stein massive,
Kenny Larkin,
Fluxion,
Alphaville,
UT,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neu!,
Eden Ahbez,
David Bowie,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Silicon Teens,
Tres Demented,
Darondo,
Avey Tare,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yellowson,
Jacob Miller,
Pagans,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.