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 Spain and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Hoover 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Hot Snakes,
The Saints,
Depeche Mode,
Kenny Larkin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sandy B,
the Association,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pierre Henry,
Eden Ahbez,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Shoche,
Minor Threat,
Dave Gahan,
The Last Poets,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
cv313,
Avey Tare,
Wire,
The Young Rascals,
Derrick Morgan,
DJ Style,
Eurythmics,
The Angels of Light,
Scratch Acid,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Wake,
Throbbing Gristle,
Monks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter & Gordon,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Womack,
Organ,
David Axelrod,
The Happenings,
The Monochrome Set,
Tommy Roe,
Roxette,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric Dolphy,
Jandek,
Brothers Johnson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quando Quango,
Graham Central Station,
Altered Images,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brick,
Skriet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Girls At Our Best!,
The Walker Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
Guru Guru,
The Gap Band,
Y Pants,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.