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 Bhutan and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Martian to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Junior Murvin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sound Behaviour,
Heaven 17,
The Index,
Panda Bear,
Spandau Ballet,
Intrusion,
X-Ray Spex,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
AZ,
Janne Schatter,
Man Parrish,
Josef K,
Gang Green,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
These Immortal Souls,
KRS-One,
John Cale,
Subhumans,
The Tremeloes,
Television Personalities,
Sam Rivers,
Yellowson,
MDC,
Bronski Beat,
Cluster,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gladiators,
Skarface,
The Barracudas,
Anakelly,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ken Boothe,
Marc Almond,
The Pretty Things,
Harry Pussy,
Pagans,
Nirvana,
Kaleidoscope,
Dave Gahan,
Al Stewart,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nas,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gun Club,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vladislav Delay,
The Smiths,
Ronan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeff Mills,
Warsaw,
The Remains,
The Sonics,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.