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 Kyrgyzstan and from New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Vainqueur to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Sugar Minott,
Hashim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Moleskins,
OOIOO,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Faraquet,
Pierre Henry,
The Litter,
Pussy Galore,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Five Americans,
The Residents,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thee Headcoats,
The Smoke,
The Durutti Column,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hardrive,
The Red Krayola,
Terry Callier,
Surgeon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crime,
Public Enemy,
Jacob Miller,
Electric Prunes,
Average White Band,
John Holt,
Glenn Branca,
X-Ray Spex,
Siglo XX,
Peter & Gordon,
Flash Fearless,
Unrelated Segments,
Sound Behaviour,
June of 44,
Prince Buster,
Fear,
Crooked Eye,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Supertramp,
ABC,
Camouflage,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Stooges,
the Normal,
Radiohead,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joe Smooth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
PIL,
Deakin,
Inner City,
Desert Stars,
Can,
Basic Channel,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.