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 Cuba and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cosmic Jokers to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
The Misunderstood,
Agent Orange,
Trumans Water,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boz Scaggs,
Junior Murvin,
Ossler,
Wings,
K-Klass,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cramps,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun City Girls,
Infiniti,
Fear,
Monolake,
Nirvana,
Excepter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Organ,
Main Source,
Robert Görl,
Thompson Twins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sound Behaviour,
LL Cool J,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dead C,
Quando Quango,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jesper Dahlback,
Section 25,
Mission of Burma,
Kas Product,
The Mummies,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tommy Roe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Starr,
X-102,
Public Image Ltd.,
Masters at Work,
Toni Rubio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Con Funk Shun,
Glenn Branca,
The Shadows of Knight,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Country Teasers,
Oblivians,
The Gories,
In Retrospect,
David Bowie,
Can,
Index,
Mantronix,
Marvin Gaye,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.