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 Latvia and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet 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 One Last Wish to the electroclash 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Letta Mbulu,
Pussy Galore,
Niagra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harry Pussy,
Schoolly D,
The Vogues,
The Stooges,
Eddi Front,
Eric Dolphy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nico,
Dave Gahan,
Vainqueur,
Soulsonic Force,
Lower 48,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Banda Bassotti,
K-Klass,
The Velvet Underground,
Arcadia,
Frankie Knuckles,
Country Teasers,
The Divine Comedy,
The Monks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Visage,
Maurizio,
the Swans,
Warsaw,
Fugazi,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Starr,
Pere Ubu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lalann,
Pole,
Mantronix,
Ituana,
Kayak,
Susan Cadogan,
Marvin Gaye,
Glenn Branca,
Rod Modell,
Pagans,
Ken Boothe,
OOIOO,
Basic Channel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Echospace,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Association,
Warren Ellis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.