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 Saudi Arabia and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Throbbing Gristle to the techno 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Fela Kuti,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pierre Henry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
FM Einheit,
UT,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joy Division,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aswad,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Searchers,
Al Stewart,
Barbara Tucker,
Rites of Spring,
Judy Mowatt,
Radio Birdman,
The Pop Group,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare,
Niagra,
kango's stein massive,
Saccharine Trust,
H. Thieme,
Second Layer,
John Coltrane,
JFA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New Order,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-102,
Amon Düül,
Mo-Dettes,
Don Cherry,
Stetsasonic,
Dave Gahan,
The Misunderstood,
Audionom,
OOIOO,
Urselle,
Robert Görl,
Blake Baxter,
Absolute Body Control,
X-101,
The Modern Lovers,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Barracudas,
Wolf Eyes,
Neu!,
Sight & Sound,
the Association,
Bad Manners,
Yazoo,
Janne Schatter,
The Red Krayola,
Eric Copeland,
Ludus,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.