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 Iceland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ronan 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Aural Exciters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Offenders,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rites of Spring,
Siglo XX,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
8 Eyed Spy,
Can,
Stiv Bators,
Interpol,
Lalann,
Mars,
Marc Almond,
Jeff Lynne,
La Düsseldorf,
Crooked Eye,
Yellowson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jandek,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Sheep,
Neil Young,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Pus,
Funkadelic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pylon,
The Fire Engines,
Byron Stingily,
F. McDonald,
James White and The Blacks,
Kerri Chandler,
Underground Resistance,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Visage,
Max Romeo,
Banda Bassotti,
Neu!,
Mark Hollis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amon Düül,
Bill Near,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alison Limerick,
Howard Jones,
Buzzcocks,
Parry Music,
Con Funk Shun,
In Retrospect,
The Knickerbockers,
Massinfluence,
ABBA,
Minnie Riperton,
Fear,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.