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 Indonesia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the punk 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Skriet,
Eli Mardock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kas Product,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tim Buckley,
Fluxion,
Monolake,
EPMD,
Unwound,
LL Cool J,
The Dead C,
The Mummies,
Buzzcocks,
Josef K,
The Moody Blues,
Hoover,
Bobby Womack,
OOIOO,
the Slits,
The Monks,
The Real Kids,
Cheater Slicks,
R.M.O.,
48th St. Collective,
This Heat,
John Foxx,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fortunes,
The Pretty Things,
Ultravox,
Nirvana,
Joey Negro,
The Birthday Party,
Maurizio,
H. Thieme,
Mars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barclay James Harvest,
Faust,
The Evens,
Eve St. Jones,
Dark Day,
New York Dolls,
The Beau Brummels,
Los Fastidios,
The Searchers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
cv313,
Black Pus,
World's Most,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rod Modell,
Spandau Ballet,
Chrome,
Derrick May,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camouflage,
Black Flag,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.