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 Portugal and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
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 synthesizer 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the techno 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Malaria!,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare,
Index,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dark Day,
Curtis Mayfield,
Iggy Pop,
Pet Shop Boys,
Colin Newman,
Cheater Slicks,
Depeche Mode,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Sherman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dave Gahan,
Grauzone,
Nico,
Vainqueur,
Radiohead,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Hood,
Gabor Szabo,
Cecil Taylor,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scion,
Godley & Creme,
Crispy Ambulance,
Agent Orange,
New York Dolls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fugs,
Guru Guru,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stiv Bators,
Prince Buster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fire Engines,
Aloha Tigers,
Don Cherry,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric Dolphy,
Lyres,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marc Almond,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roger Hodgson,
Al Stewart,
Khruangbin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aaron Thompson,
Young Marble Giants,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.