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 Mozambique and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scratch Acid 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Flesh Eaters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Swans,
H. Thieme,
Neu!,
Idris Muhammad,
Glenn Branca,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Görl,
David Axelrod,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Victims,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Kinks,
Kas Product,
Absolute Body Control,
Pet Shop Boys,
R.M.O.,
Desert Stars,
Bill Near,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David McCallum,
Peter & Gordon,
Flipper,
Monks,
Drexciya,
Max Romeo,
The Detroit Cobras,
JFA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Von Mondo,
Boredoms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tommy Roe,
Inner City,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
UT,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
One Last Wish,
Peter and Kerry,
Sight & Sound,
The Cramps,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fortunes,
Outsiders,
Bob Dylan,
Arab on Radar,
Camouflage,
Pere Ubu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DNA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Byron Stingily,
Wings,
The Blackbyrds,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cure,
Schoolly D,
Cal Tjader,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.