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 Mexico and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Tommy Roe to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fall,
Infiniti,
Amazonics,
This Heat,
The Zeros,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Angry Samoans,
Magma,
Intrusion,
Aural Exciters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Unrelated Segments,
X-102,
Rakim,
The Golliwogs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roy Ayers,
Country Teasers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Mission of Burma,
Monks,
Au Pairs,
The Invisible,
Alison Limerick,
Peter & Gordon,
Thompson Twins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lakeside,
Gang Gang Dance,
Todd Terry,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gladiators,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crispy Ambulance,
Icehouse,
Tubeway Army,
Carl Craig,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Sherman,
K-Klass,
Malaria!,
Mad Mike,
JFA,
Kerri Chandler,
Ten City,
Dave Gahan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bush Tetras,
Slick Rick,
Soft Cell,
Black Bananas,
The Offenders,
The Residents,
The Count Five,
Deadbeat,
John Foxx,
Tomorrow,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.