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 Brunei and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 The Slackers to the grime 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Das Ding,
Mad Mike,
Eve St. Jones,
X-Ray Spex,
the Germs,
The Saints,
Warren Ellis,
Bauhaus,
Skarface,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Y Pants,
Model 500,
Danielle Patucci,
New York Dolls,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed,
Soft Cell,
Soulsonic Force,
Colin Newman,
Lower 48,
Roy Ayers,
Marc Almond,
The Fire Engines,
Severed Heads,
Nils Olav,
Trumans Water,
Ralphi Rosario,
Curtis Mayfield,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Wyatt,
Harmonia,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Derrick May,
MDC,
The New Christs,
These Immortal Souls,
Adolescents,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Siglo XX,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Coltrane,
The Wake,
Radiopuhelimet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Little Man,
Amon Düül II,
Hoover,
The Toasters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Altered Images,
Ludus,
Cal Tjader,
Kool Moe Dee,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.