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 Australia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 The Dirtbombs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
The Martian,
Faust,
Sister Nancy,
Chris & Cosey,
Swans,
Bush Tetras,
Pantaleimon,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Negative Approach,
Sun Ra,
Metal Thangz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skarface,
Hashim,
Tres Demented,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fat Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scratch Acid,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Soft Cell,
Peter & Gordon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
LL Cool J,
Model 500,
Byron Stingily,
Iggy Pop,
Agent Orange,
Animal Collective,
Derrick May,
Andrew Hill,
Kerri Chandler,
Can,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quantec,
Japan,
X-Ray Spex,
Bronski Beat,
The Motions,
DNA,
Graham Central Station,
Kenny Larkin,
Rakim,
Moss Icon,
Todd Rundgren,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heaven 17,
K-Klass,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cramps,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Todd Terry,
Skaos,
The Gap Band,
The Pretty Things,
Marc Almond,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.