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 Guatemala and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Nils Olav 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
OOIOO,
T.S.O.L.,
MDC,
Arcadia,
The Doors,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bauhaus,
The Gladiators,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott Heron,
Desert Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Al Stewart,
The Victims,
E-Dancer,
DNA,
Tim Buckley,
Suicide,
The Black Dice,
Agitation Free,
Dual Sessions,
Idris Muhammad,
Au Pairs,
Japan,
Heaven 17,
The Pretty Things,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jerry's Kids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bang On A Can,
Spandau Ballet,
Wasted Youth,
Darondo,
Y Pants,
Rotary Connection,
Yusef Lateef,
Parry Music,
Joey Negro,
Deepchord,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Saints,
Nirvana,
The Birthday Party,
Kaleidoscope,
The New Christs,
Jeff Mills,
David Bowie,
Easy Going,
Television,
This Heat,
Moebius,
Anakelly,
Technova,
Reuben Wilson,
Ponytail,
Faraquet,
Glenn Branca,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Malaria!,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.