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 Botswana and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 La Düsseldorf to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
The Birthday Party,
The Fall,
Sound Behaviour,
These Immortal Souls,
Agitation Free,
The Gories,
Audionom,
The Gun Club,
Index,
Maleditus Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yazoo,
Skriet,
Fear,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Move,
The Vogues,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Byrd,
Morten Harket,
Black Pus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Techniques,
Main Source,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Blues Magoos,
AZ,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gong,
Todd Rundgren,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric Dolphy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Seeds,
Isaac Hayes,
Los Fastidios,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Prince Buster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ponytail,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Faust,
Neu!,
The Blackbyrds,
Echospace,
Sam Rivers,
The Red Krayola,
Amon Düül II,
the Association,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cymande,
Mandrill,
Adolescents,
Don Cherry,
8 Eyed Spy,
DJ Style,
Public Image Ltd.,
This Heat,
Monks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.