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 Jordan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Bauhaus to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
Adolescents,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soul Sonic Force,
Archie Shepp,
Zapp,
Amon Düül,
Black Bananas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Depeche Mode,
Niagra,
Surgeon,
Chrome,
Brothers Johnson,
R.M.O.,
Alphaville,
Rufus Thomas,
F. McDonald,
Ken Boothe,
the Germs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Green,
Public Enemy,
The Fuzztones,
The Slits,
The Durutti Column,
Angry Samoans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ronan,
Spoonie Gee,
The American Breed,
Hot Snakes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Television Personalities,
Soft Cell,
Matthew Bourne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ornette Coleman,
Spandau Ballet,
Porter Ricks,
Steve Hackett,
Todd Rundgren,
Radiohead,
The Five Americans,
Rakim,
Eric B and Rakim,
Freddie Wadling,
Cheater Slicks,
Wings,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crash Course in Science,
Eli Mardock,
Warren Ellis,
Agitation Free,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bill Near,
Neil Young,
Boz Scaggs,
Joe Finger,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.