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 Mozambique and from Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba 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 Mad Mike to the rock 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
DJ Sneak,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun Ra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jerry's Kids,
Man Parrish,
The United States of America,
Glenn Branca,
Pantaleimon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
EPMD,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radio Birdman,
The Sonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grey Daturas,
John Lydon,
Dark Day,
Davy DMX,
Todd Rundgren,
Simply Red,
Mandrill,
The Gun Club,
Funkadelic,
Little Man,
Max Romeo,
Easy Going,
F. McDonald,
Wally Richardson,
Judy Mowatt,
Roy Ayers,
Cecil Taylor,
Unrelated Segments,
Buzzcocks,
X-102,
Drexciya,
David Bowie,
Magma,
Neu!,
Alphaville,
Barrington Levy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Trojans,
Ludus,
Pussy Galore,
Juan Atkins,
Loose Ends,
Black Flag,
Matthew Bourne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Half Japanese,
Arab on Radar,
the Germs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wolf Eyes,
Radiopuhelimet,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.