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 Uzbekistan and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Harmonia to the rap 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Black Pus 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?
Delta 5,
the Normal,
Tom Boy,
Rites of Spring,
The Music Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Y Pants,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mr. Review,
Roger Hodgson,
Reuben Wilson,
The Residents,
Fatback Band,
Excepter,
Jacob Miller,
Gong,
The Fuzztones,
Pharoah Sanders,
K-Klass,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Underground Resistance,
Tubeway Army,
Monks,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cure,
Throbbing Gristle,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
10cc,
UT,
Stiv Bators,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scientists,
Bobbi Humphrey,
kango's stein massive,
New Age Steppers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Sherman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minny Pops,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gap Band,
Masters at Work,
Bang On A Can,
Lalann,
Traffic Nightmare,
Inner City,
Bush Tetras,
Japan,
The Techniques,
Duran Duran,
Malaria!,
Nick Fraelich,
Nils Olav,
Dave Gahan,
Erasure,
Gang of Four,
The Fall,
MC5,
Johnny Osbourne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tomorrow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.