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 East Timor and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Arthur Verocai to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lucky Dragons,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lyres,
Au Pairs,
Minny Pops,
Black Sheep,
Technova,
Bronski Beat,
Jesper Dahlback,
New Order,
Heaven 17,
Glenn Branca,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hot Snakes,
Guru Guru,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barbara Tucker,
The Offenders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Interpol,
Pulsallama,
Severed Heads,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The J.B.'s,
Chris & Cosey,
The Red Krayola,
Fluxion,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fire Engines,
Aloha Tigers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grauzone,
Qualms,
Unwound,
Piero Umiliani,
Scan 7,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Country Teasers,
MDC,
Q65,
Eli Mardock,
Michelle Simonal,
Main Source,
Supertramp,
Pole,
The Index,
Steve Hackett,
Lebanon Hanover,
Monolake,
Rakim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
June Days,
Crooked Eye,
Joensuu 1685,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Residents,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.