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 Uruguay and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Dice to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
MC5,
Black Flag,
Zapp,
The Evens,
Mo-Dettes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Leaves,
Trumans Water,
Joey Negro,
Piero Umiliani,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ponytail,
Soulsonic Force,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Animal Collective,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rapeman,
The Motions,
Rakim,
Organ,
The Real Kids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Reagan Youth,
Sandy B,
Sarah Menescal,
The Raincoats,
Q65,
Reuben Wilson,
Barbara Tucker,
David McCallum,
New Age Steppers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eurythmics,
Tubeway Army,
Derrick May,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Franke,
Freddie Wadling,
Althea and Donna,
Pagans,
Mission of Burma,
The Neon Judgement,
Bill Wells,
the Germs,
Nick Fraelich,
Basic Channel,
X-Ray Spex,
Camouflage,
Pere Ubu,
Angry Samoans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Busters,
Lyres,
Von Mondo,
The Zeros,
Little Man,
Guru Guru,
Lindisfarne,
Whodini,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.