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 Ecuador and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Golliwogs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mad Mike,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Outsiders,
Black Moon,
Scrapy,
Joy Division,
Qualms,
Mission of Burma,
The J.B.'s,
The Vogues,
Tom Boy,
The Remains,
Cal Tjader,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fire Engines,
Barrington Levy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Erykah Badu,
Bush Tetras,
Kayak,
Bill Near,
Nico,
Leonard Cohen,
Cheater Slicks,
B.T. Express,
Babytalk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bizarre Inc.,
June of 44,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jandek,
The Slits,
The Fugs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Barracudas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Smoke,
Black Pus,
Aural Exciters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marine Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chris Corsano,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Popol Vuh,
Peter and Kerry,
New York Dolls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roy Ayers,
Basic Channel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
L. Decosne,
Ultravox,
Los Fastidios,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.