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 Tuvalu and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Dark Day to the electroclash 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Albert Ayler,
Hoover,
Electric Prunes,
Theoretical Girls,
Faraquet,
The Modern Lovers,
Mr. Review,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fugs,
Wolf Eyes,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Hutcherson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dave Gahan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Isaac Hayes,
The Beau Brummels,
Moss Icon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Swell Maps,
The Moody Blues,
Faust,
Susan Cadogan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sex Pistols,
Hashim,
Bush Tetras,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DJ Style,
Mark Hollis,
Ultravox,
The Angels of Light,
Basic Channel,
Eli Mardock,
Traffic Nightmare,
Carl Craig,
Ice-T,
Cheater Slicks,
Agent Orange,
The Selecter,
Cameo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Banda Bassotti,
Derrick May,
Franke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tubeway Army,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chris Corsano,
James White and The Blacks,
Cecil Taylor,
Rapeman,
Urselle,
Underground Resistance,
Pantytec,
Deepchord,
Jesper Dahlback,
Reuben Wilson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
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.