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 Suriname and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Glenn Branca to the dance 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Darondo,
Marc Almond,
The J.B.'s,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Christie,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Monochrome Set,
Moss Icon,
Clear Light,
Wire,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Matthew Bourne,
The Evens,
Peter & Gordon,
The Misunderstood,
Tears for Fears,
Unrelated Segments,
Youth Brigade,
The Flesh Eaters,
Derrick Morgan,
Urselle,
Absolute Body Control,
Rotary Connection,
Tim Buckley,
Metal Thangz,
Byron Stingily,
The Count Five,
The Electric Prunes,
Young Marble Giants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crash Course in Science,
Wings,
kango's stein massive,
Hasil Adkins,
Sandy B,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joe Smooth,
Dave Gahan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pussy Galore,
Scientists,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Unwound,
Davy DMX,
Stereo Dub,
Ultravox,
The Smiths,
Nirvana,
Camouflage,
Amazonics,
DJ Style,
Echospace,
Sex Pistols,
Nas,
Soul II Soul,
Porter Ricks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Human League,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.