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 Thailand and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lalann to the rock 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Lightning Bolt,
Aural Exciters,
Harry Pussy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hardrive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nick Fraelich,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vladislav Delay,
Mandrill,
Magazine,
Kas Product,
Pere Ubu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Charles Mingus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Model 500,
T.S.O.L.,
Brothers Johnson,
Minnie Riperton,
World's Most,
The Move,
Traffic Nightmare,
Babytalk,
Subhumans,
Iggy Pop,
The Knickerbockers,
Tommy Roe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barry Ungar,
Scan 7,
The New Christs,
John Coltrane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cheater Slicks,
Tim Buckley,
The Young Rascals,
Stetsasonic,
Con Funk Shun,
DNA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Motorama,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mad Mike,
8 Eyed Spy,
Steve Hackett,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DJ Sneak,
Crime,
Sun Ra,
Rites of Spring,
Swell Maps,
The Durutti Column,
Jacob Miller,
Youth Brigade,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.