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 Czech Republic and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Simply Red to the disco 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Livin' Joy,
The Slits,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pagans,
Negative Approach,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Sherman,
Funkadelic,
Robert Hood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The American Breed,
Gong,
Underground Resistance,
F. McDonald,
The Kinks,
The Smiths,
Bad Manners,
Eve St. Jones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brick,
Urselle,
New York Dolls,
The Seeds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Schoolly D,
Jacques Brel,
Scientists,
Barbara Tucker,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Laurel Aitken,
Ossler,
Flipper,
E-Dancer,
The Buckinghams,
Magma,
Peter & Gordon,
Metal Thangz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soulsonic Force,
Davy DMX,
Cymande,
Sonic Youth,
Gang of Four,
Ronan,
Aural Exciters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Blackbyrds,
Television,
Joe Finger,
Heaven 17,
Black Bananas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Sonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Stooges,
Yusef Lateef,
Colin Newman,
Masters at Work,
Girls At Our Best!,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.