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 Slovakia and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the theremin 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 Audionom to the dance 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marine Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mojo Men,
the Bar-Kays,
Model 500,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DNA,
Visage,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sonics,
Swell Maps,
Colin Newman,
Reuben Wilson,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Wake,
Mo-Dettes,
Sound Behaviour,
Sällskapet,
Delta 5,
Heaven 17,
Pulsallama,
Zapp,
Circle Jerks,
Quando Quango,
Main Source,
Can,
Metal Thangz,
ABC,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Remains,
Hasil Adkins,
Bauhaus,
The Smoke,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter & Gordon,
Bronski Beat,
Kerri Chandler,
T. Rex,
Tubeway Army,
The Raincoats,
The Fugs,
The Fuzztones,
New Order,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deakin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blossom Toes,
Vainqueur,
Spandau Ballet,
Graham Central Station,
The Moleskins,
Arcadia,
Donald Byrd,
The Cowsills,
The Tremeloes,
Althea and Donna,
The Standells,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.