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 Russia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Television Personalities to the techno 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
The Raincoats,
Flamin' Groovies,
This Heat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Babytalk,
Model 500,
Ossler,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultravox,
Angry Samoans,
The Real Kids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bill Near,
the Normal,
Man Parrish,
Chris & Cosey,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jandek,
cv313,
Faust,
David McCallum,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skriet,
Cecil Taylor,
Lyres,
X-101,
Deakin,
Yellowson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dual Sessions,
The Cure,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bang On A Can,
Bush Tetras,
Half Japanese,
Eurythmics,
The Modern Lovers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camouflage,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jerry's Kids,
Neu!,
Electric Prunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bronski Beat,
Inner City,
Guru Guru,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scientists,
Boredoms,
Jesper Dahlback,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Connie Case,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Happenings,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.