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 Vietnam and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Human League to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
The Fall,
The Young Rascals,
Amon Düül,
Simply Red,
Popol Vuh,
The Wake,
Qualms,
The Index,
Danielle Patucci,
Procol Harum,
Slave,
Robert Görl,
Camberwell Now,
Nas,
Alice Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Susan Cadogan,
Tommy Roe,
Godley & Creme,
Laurel Aitken,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Bar-Kays,
The Standells,
Yaz,
Accadde A,
The Gap Band,
Pylon,
T.S.O.L.,
Excepter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gichy Dan,
Pharoah Sanders,
B.T. Express,
Leonard Cohen,
Maurizio,
The Leaves,
cv313,
kango's stein massive,
Negative Approach,
Joey Negro,
Monks,
The Smoke,
Quadrant,
FM Einheit,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Television Personalities,
Pussy Galore,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Japan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tears for Fears,
La Düsseldorf,
Steve Hackett,
Sixth Finger,
Pulsallama,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kurtis Blow,
Maleditus Sound,
The Count Five,
Stereo Dub,
Groovy Waters,
Dark Day,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.