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 Lesotho and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Chris & Cosey to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Maurizio,
David Bowie,
Gong,
Aaron Thompson,
John Holt,
Prince Buster,
A Certain Ratio,
Lalann,
Lower 48,
Flipper,
Jawbox,
Lakeside,
Peter and Kerry,
June of 44,
cv313,
D'Angelo,
Robert Hood,
The Five Americans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Massinfluence,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun City Girls,
Moss Icon,
Scan 7,
Altered Images,
Charles Mingus,
The Buckinghams,
Eric B and Rakim,
Negative Approach,
Sällskapet,
Kas Product,
Kool Moe Dee,
World's Most,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hardrive,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gap Band,
the Normal,
The Happenings,
The Dead C,
The Fire Engines,
Zapp,
Soul II Soul,
The Gories,
Bluetip,
Nirvana,
Amon Düül,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultra Naté,
Cybotron,
Wolf Eyes,
Thee Headcoats,
Althea and Donna,
Siglo XX,
Swans,
Faust,
The Vogues,
Monks,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.