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 Pakistan and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Detroit Cobras to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marine Girls,
Bill Near,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Happenings,
The Offenders,
the Association,
Massinfluence,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eli Mardock,
X-Ray Spex,
Moebius,
Underground Resistance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bang On A Can,
The Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Maurizio,
Au Pairs,
Black Flag,
Rakim,
The Slackers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brand Nubian,
Eddi Front,
Echospace,
Urselle,
a-ha,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pantaleimon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter & Gordon,
Minny Pops,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Byrd,
Mo-Dettes,
Vladislav Delay,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Slits,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kurtis Blow,
Boredoms,
Accadde A,
Mr. Review,
the Swans,
The Count Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Mars,
Shoche,
Warren Ellis,
Intrusion,
Kaleidoscope,
Magma,
Jacob Miller,
Lee Hazlewood,
Derrick Morgan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Erykah Badu,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.