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 United States and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator 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 Warsaw to the funk 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Marcia Griffiths,
Urselle,
Radiohead,
Dual Sessions,
Sixth Finger,
Bob Dylan,
Y Pants,
Crooked Eye,
PIL,
Sonny Sharrock,
Von Mondo,
Visage,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Moon,
X-Ray Spex,
The New Christs,
Wally Richardson,
Nico,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Electric Prunes,
The Stooges,
the Soft Cell,
Infiniti,
Marc Almond,
Ice-T,
Robert Görl,
Basic Channel,
The Associates,
The Velvet Underground,
Minor Threat,
Soul II Soul,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sonic Youth,
Archie Shepp,
Funkadelic,
DJ Style,
The Last Poets,
Jerry's Kids,
Camberwell Now,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ponytail,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Desert Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
Flipper,
The Fugs,
Public Enemy,
DJ Sneak,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Davy DMX,
Reuben Wilson,
Cal Tjader,
Quando Quango,
Agitation Free,
The Moody Blues,
Mark Hollis,
Masters at Work,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.