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 Monaco and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Sarah Menescal,
Blake Baxter,
Vladislav Delay,
Country Teasers,
Gang Green,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cluster,
The Techniques,
ABC,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Television Personalities,
Flipper,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Index,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Slits,
Rakim,
Skaos,
This Heat,
Second Layer,
Amon Düül,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wings,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ice-T,
Colin Newman,
Hardrive,
Magma,
Massinfluence,
Eric Copeland,
Black Moon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Standells,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Black Dice,
Morten Harket,
Man Eating Sloth,
Swans,
Q65,
Patti Smith,
T. Rex,
B.T. Express,
cv313,
Von Mondo,
Animal Collective,
Accadde A,
kango's stein massive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Buckinghams,
Porter Ricks,
The Stooges,
Nirvana,
the Fania All-Stars,
Easy Going,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.