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 Chile and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Country Teasers,
Roxy Music,
U.S. Maple,
Eve St. Jones,
PIL,
Radiohead,
Marshall Jefferson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Unrelated Segments,
Basic Channel,
Index,
Talk Talk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Man Parrish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
World's Most,
Bobby Womack,
Albert Ayler,
Metal Thangz,
The Leaves,
Erasure,
The Smiths,
The Barracudas,
These Immortal Souls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marc Almond,
Cluster,
Angry Samoans,
The Electric Prunes,
the Soft Cell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Max Romeo,
Gang Starr,
Shoche,
Section 25,
Letta Mbulu,
Ludus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Byron Stingily,
The Angels of Light,
Drexciya,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-101,
Quantec,
Can,
Inner City,
Marvin Gaye,
Bush Tetras,
Hasil Adkins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neu!,
Cheater Slicks,
KRS-One,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.