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 El Salvador and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Radiopuhelimet to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Technova,
Desert Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flipper,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Green,
These Immortal Souls,
The Smoke,
Sällskapet,
Cameo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Juan Atkins,
Oblivians,
Negative Approach,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Khruangbin,
The J.B.'s,
Amon Düül II,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rotary Connection,
Outsiders,
Tropical Tobacco,
Anakelly,
Brothers Johnson,
David Bowie,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tommy Roe,
The Smiths,
The Star Department,
Arab on Radar,
The Fire Engines,
Scrapy,
Boredoms,
Joy Division,
Marc Almond,
Mantronix,
Bang On A Can,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultravox,
Minutemen,
Bluetip,
Accadde A,
Joyce Sims,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stereo Dub,
Second Layer,
Nico,
Ice-T,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Tremeloes,
Prince Buster,
Brick,
The Slackers,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.