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 New Zealand and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 Minny Pops to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Gabor Szabo,
Wasted Youth,
Magazine,
Camouflage,
Terrestrial Tones,
B.T. Express,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Popol Vuh,
Silicon Teens,
Thompson Twins,
The Toasters,
Robert Hood,
FM Einheit,
Technova,
Heaven 17,
Sight & Sound,
Cybotron,
The Motions,
Make Up,
Talk Talk,
Mo-Dettes,
Urselle,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
MDC,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Steve Hackett,
Junior Murvin,
Soul II Soul,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The J.B.'s,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joey Negro,
Zapp,
Rufus Thomas,
Khruangbin,
Von Mondo,
Inner City,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Swell Maps,
Thee Headcoats,
The Blackbyrds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
kango's stein massive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Real Kids,
Visage,
Black Bananas,
The Slits,
Nico,
The Doors,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Durutti Column,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Agitation Free,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.