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 Macedonia 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Amon Düül II to the rock 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Popol Vuh,
Tears for Fears,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Hood,
Dawn Penn,
Schoolly D,
Vladislav Delay,
Marmalade,
New York Dolls,
Ronnie Foster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
June Days,
Anthony Braxton,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Reagan Youth,
Panda Bear,
Sound Behaviour,
Minny Pops,
Interpol,
Eli Mardock,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeff Mills,
The Motions,
Grandmaster Flash,
The American Breed,
The Fall,
Moss Icon,
The Neon Judgement,
Subhumans,
The Names,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hot Snakes,
David Bowie,
Pulsallama,
The Stooges,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hasil Adkins,
Brass Construction,
the Human League,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
D'Angelo,
Ultra Naté,
The New Christs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
A Certain Ratio,
Dead Boys,
Essential Logic,
Royal Trux,
Crooked Eye,
The Pretty Things,
Skriet,
Dual Sessions,
Scrapy,
Soulsonic Force,
The Move,
F. McDonald,
The J.B.'s,
AZ,
Babytalk,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.