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 Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fela Kuti to the grime 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Mission of Burma,
Easy Going,
Juan Atkins,
DJ Sneak,
Eden Ahbez,
Crooked Eye,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pole,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Monks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sarah Menescal,
Pharoah Sanders,
Buzzcocks,
Animal Collective,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bronski Beat,
Malaria!,
Skarface,
Spandau Ballet,
DNA,
Donny Hathaway,
Nation of Ulysses,
Howard Jones,
Scrapy,
The J.B.'s,
Little Man,
The Cowsills,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultra Naté,
Rakim,
The Move,
Oneida,
Infiniti,
Siglo XX,
Nils Olav,
Chrome,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Five Americans,
Janne Schatter,
Bluetip,
Echospace,
Faust,
Arthur Verocai,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kerri Chandler,
Visage,
Pussy Galore,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lakeside,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Darondo,
Flipper,
Yazoo,
Mad Mike,
Quadrant,
Hoover,
kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.
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.