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 Ecuador and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 The Dirtbombs to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
This Heat,
Fear,
X-102,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
One Last Wish,
The American Breed,
These Immortal Souls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dawn Penn,
Young Marble Giants,
The Motions,
The Fall,
Urselle,
Excepter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Goldenarms,
Lucky Dragons,
Eddi Front,
Gastr Del Sol,
Main Source,
Silicon Teens,
Ossler,
Joyce Sims,
Janne Schatter,
Neu!,
John Cale,
Country Teasers,
Suicide,
Lakeside,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Organ,
Sight & Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dark Day,
Rotary Connection,
Masters at Work,
The Mojo Men,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blancmange,
Talk Talk,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jerry's Kids,
Faust,
Smog,
Fifty Foot Hose,
R.M.O.,
Peter and Kerry,
Soulsonic Force,
Underground Resistance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
Jandek,
Michelle Simonal,
Pantaleimon,
Mission of Burma,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tres Demented,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.