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 Georgia and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the techno 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
The Techniques,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Malaria!,
Black Bananas,
Bang On A Can,
Piero Umiliani,
Boredoms,
48th St. Collective,
Todd Terry,
Can,
Pylon,
Lyres,
Eli Mardock,
JFA,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Blues Magoos,
Rotary Connection,
Moebius,
Crooked Eye,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Selecter,
Das Ding,
Stiv Bators,
Pulsallama,
ABBA,
Scrapy,
Peter and Kerry,
Mandrill,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Andrew Hill,
Alphaville,
FM Einheit,
Electric Prunes,
Neu!,
H. Thieme,
Kerrie Biddell,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Monochrome Set,
Faust,
The Residents,
The Red Krayola,
Hardrive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Goldenarms,
Tres Demented,
Pierre Henry,
Quando Quango,
Gastr Del Sol,
Derrick Morgan,
Gichy Dan,
OOIOO,
Flash Fearless,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dark Day,
Lou Christie,
The Angels of Light,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blossom Toes,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.