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 Fiji and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Scan 7 to the dance 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Davy DMX,
Moebius,
Pagans,
The Gun Club,
Scientists,
Crispy Ambulance,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Visage,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wire,
Royal Trux,
Circle Jerks,
ABBA,
Oblivians,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Stooges,
Easy Going,
Animal Collective,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Lydon,
Robert Görl,
Procol Harum,
Camouflage,
Minnie Riperton,
Oneida,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Babytalk,
Hasil Adkins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Technova,
Yellowson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Patti Smith,
The Litter,
X-101,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rapeman,
Gang Green,
Marcia Griffiths,
Y Pants,
Vladislav Delay,
D'Angelo,
Schoolly D,
Lyres,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crooked Eye,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bad Manners,
This Heat,
Niagra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Danielle Patucci,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.