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 Qatar and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Joey Negro to the crunk 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Josef K,
Matthew Bourne,
The Seeds,
Liliput,
Quadrant,
Gang Starr,
The J.B.'s,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sound,
Maurizio,
Aloha Tigers,
Freddie Wadling,
The Names,
Bobby Sherman,
Morten Harket,
Clear Light,
Ronan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Erykah Badu,
OOIOO,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Faraquet,
Sex Pistols,
Monks,
Magma,
Yusef Lateef,
Stetsasonic,
Audionom,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Wyatt,
Massinfluence,
Urselle,
Los Fastidios,
Lebanon Hanover,
China Crisis,
The Sonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Zero Boys,
The Motions,
Severed Heads,
Brick,
Avey Tare,
DJ Style,
Harpers Bizarre,
Au Pairs,
Loose Ends,
Boredoms,
Amon Düül,
Eric Copeland,
Television,
Letta Mbulu,
Motorama,
Procol Harum,
Wings,
Bush Tetras,
Janne Schatter,
Skarface,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quando Quango,
Deakin,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.