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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bauhaus to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Searchers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Young Marble Giants,
Deadbeat,
Q and Not U,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Smoke,
Bad Manners,
Essential Logic,
The New Christs,
Pylon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Traffic Nightmare,
Basic Channel,
Rapeman,
Fugazi,
Symarip,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chrome,
The Litter,
Brand Nubian,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Foxx,
AZ,
Buzzcocks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Delta 5,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Urselle,
The Vogues,
CMW,
Television Personalities,
Skriet,
Make Up,
Blake Baxter,
Dark Day,
Big Daddy Kane,
Susan Cadogan,
David McCallum,
The Dead C,
The Happenings,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Stooges,
Interpol,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gap Band,
Popol Vuh,
Ludus,
Pussy Galore,
Marcia Griffiths,
kango's stein massive,
Bauhaus,
the Human League,
Barry Ungar,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Flesh Eaters,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.