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 Brazil and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Raincoats to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Monks,
the Sonics,
Theoretical Girls,
Half Japanese,
D'Angelo,
Amon Düül II,
Todd Rundgren,
Subhumans,
Sun Ra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Interpol,
Ohio Players,
Nirvana,
Mandrill,
The Knickerbockers,
The Real Kids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The United States of America,
Agitation Free,
Leonard Cohen,
Morten Harket,
Stetsasonic,
Altered Images,
Freddie Wadling,
Newcleus,
Black Sheep,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fluxion,
Warsaw,
The Moleskins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oneida,
Goldenarms,
AZ,
Anakelly,
Radiohead,
Tears for Fears,
Tomorrow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barry Ungar,
Chrome,
Index,
The Fire Engines,
the Slits,
Bronski Beat,
Trumans Water,
One Last Wish,
Minor Threat,
Bootsy Collins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Connie Case,
Pulsallama,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pierre Henry,
The Martian,
X-Ray Spex,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brothers Johnson,
Harmonia,
Rapeman,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.