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 Finland and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 David Bowie 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 Byron Stingily to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
The Monks,
FM Einheit,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lucky Dragons,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bill Near,
Banda Bassotti,
Desert Stars,
Slick Rick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Franke,
Vainqueur,
Pantaleimon,
Soft Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cecil Taylor,
B.T. Express,
Laurel Aitken,
Surgeon,
Flipper,
Altered Images,
Gang Green,
Max Romeo,
Matthew Bourne,
Dennis Brown,
Rekid,
Eden Ahbez,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun Ra,
Tres Demented,
New York Dolls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Public Enemy,
L. Decosne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mantronix,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Pus,
Al Stewart,
Silicon Teens,
Piero Umiliani,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jacques Brel,
Soft Cell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cramps,
10cc,
Spoonie Gee,
Porter Ricks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric Copeland,
Intrusion,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.