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 Malawi and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Gories to the crunk 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Funkadelic,
Lebanon Hanover,
MC5,
The Smoke,
Cybotron,
X-101,
Moebius,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tim Buckley,
Supertramp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stiv Bators,
Brothers Johnson,
Fatback Band,
One Last Wish,
Chrome,
Terry Callier,
Kerrie Biddell,
Todd Rundgren,
Das Ding,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Grass Roots,
The United States of America,
Gang Gang Dance,
Spandau Ballet,
the Human League,
David Bowie,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Steve Hackett,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Accadde A,
Duran Duran,
The Wake,
ABBA,
Mad Mike,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Babytalk,
The Velvet Underground,
Bob Dylan,
Ohio Players,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tears for Fears,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hardrive,
The Associates,
the Sonics,
Mantronix,
The Standells,
Amon Düül,
cv313,
Desert Stars,
Average White Band,
Max Romeo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.