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 the UAE and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 FM Einheit to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Sugar Minott,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Foxx,
48th St. Collective,
Sandy B,
LL Cool J,
Man Eating Sloth,
Trumans Water,
Eric Copeland,
Camouflage,
Ronan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Angels of Light,
the Germs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Von Mondo,
Surgeon,
The Skatalites,
Faraquet,
Niagra,
The Associates,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Real Kids,
Howard Jones,
The Fugs,
Davy DMX,
Los Fastidios,
JFA,
Lou Christie,
Nils Olav,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Man Parrish,
Magma,
Aswad,
Icehouse,
Parry Music,
Monolake,
Dennis Brown,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Goldenarms,
Harmonia,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Womack,
Maleditus Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rapeman,
The Sound,
Slick Rick,
Mission of Burma,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pole,
The Seeds,
Yazoo,
The Busters,
Jacques Brel,
The Star Department,
the Bar-Kays,
DJ Style,
T.S.O.L.,
Slave,
Lindisfarne,
Moby Grape,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.