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 Madagascar and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fuzztones to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Janne Schatter,
Thee Headcoats,
The Names,
Deadbeat,
Oblivians,
Dave Gahan,
The Buckinghams,
Josef K,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skriet,
K-Klass,
Mark Hollis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Von Mondo,
Vladislav Delay,
Juan Atkins,
The Neon Judgement,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cure,
Joyce Sims,
John Coltrane,
Joe Finger,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott Heron,
Desert Stars,
Sex Pistols,
the Slits,
Young Marble Giants,
Deakin,
The Selecter,
Swell Maps,
Cameo,
Amazonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Music Machine,
New York Dolls,
Cluster,
Faust,
Urselle,
Outsiders,
Groovy Waters,
Bill Near,
The Gladiators,
Liliput,
Funky Four + One,
Jacob Miller,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Matthew Bourne,
Excepter,
Scientists,
Pantaleimon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scrapy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.