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 Uzbekistan and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Jandek to the dance 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Count Five,
Los Fastidios,
Bob Dylan,
New York Dolls,
The Pretty Things,
Mad Mike,
The J.B.'s,
Slick Rick,
Wasted Youth,
Dual Sessions,
B.T. Express,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun Ra,
Con Funk Shun,
Quantec,
Spandau Ballet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tomorrow,
The Searchers,
Dead Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sonics,
Letta Mbulu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Connie Case,
Robert Görl,
Harpers Bizarre,
Anakelly,
June Days,
Newcleus,
Iggy Pop,
Danielle Patucci,
June of 44,
Audionom,
The Martian,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Swans,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fire Engines,
Ponytail,
Television Personalities,
Zero Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
DJ Style,
The Associates,
Bill Near,
Roxy Music,
Ultra Naté,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aloha Tigers,
Toni Rubio,
Neu!,
Andrew Hill,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wings,
Alison Limerick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nik Kershaw,
The Human League,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.