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 Montenegro and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Ossler to the techno 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput 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?
The Remains,
The Tremeloes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Coltrane,
Zero Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Bananas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David McCallum,
Jacob Miller,
Susan Cadogan,
Marvin Gaye,
Sparks,
Lou Reed,
The Gun Club,
Rufus Thomas,
LL Cool J,
CMW,
The Cowsills,
Nirvana,
Fluxion,
Crash Course in Science,
The Busters,
The Stooges,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mad Mike,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lakeside,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flipper,
Sister Nancy,
Janne Schatter,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare,
Fugazi,
China Crisis,
Erykah Badu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Human League,
Hardrive,
Ice-T,
New Age Steppers,
Todd Rundgren,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Searchers,
Letta Mbulu,
Excepter,
Unrelated Segments,
Blancmange,
The Victims,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bill Wells,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grauzone,
Junior Murvin,
Pulsallama,
Franke,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.