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 Uganda and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 The Birthday Party to the crunk 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Thompson Twins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fear,
Rod Modell,
Tubeway Army,
Roxette,
Symarip,
Nik Kershaw,
Bill Near,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Golliwogs,
Sun City Girls,
Nirvana,
The Knickerbockers,
Chris & Cosey,
Soft Machine,
EPMD,
The Cramps,
The Searchers,
Ornette Coleman,
The Busters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dual Sessions,
Television Personalities,
The Cowsills,
Con Funk Shun,
New York Dolls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scion,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gories,
kango's stein massive,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Blues Magoos,
Ronnie Foster,
James White and The Blacks,
John Coltrane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter and Kerry,
Alton Ellis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Saccharine Trust,
Bang On A Can,
Joe Smooth,
the Swans,
John Holt,
Dave Gahan,
Charles Mingus,
Johnny Osbourne,
June Days,
the Association,
Quando Quango,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eli Mardock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bauhaus,
Crash Course in Science,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.