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 Ukraine and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 Sonic Youth to the grunge 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
the Soft Cell,
Sparks,
Hoover,
The Moleskins,
Oblivians,
B.T. Express,
Minny Pops,
Nick Fraelich,
Eddi Front,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harmonia,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ten City,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mantronix,
Marc Almond,
Gang of Four,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Theoretical Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Techniques,
X-Ray Spex,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flash Fearless,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gichy Dan,
Brick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rakim,
David McCallum,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quadrant,
Depeche Mode,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Raincoats,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ice-T,
The Blues Magoos,
Los Fastidios,
Amon Düül II,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chris & Cosey,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Skatalites,
Nas,
Sixth Finger,
Cameo,
Godley & Creme,
The Angels of Light,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Five Americans,
Dead Boys,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.