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 Kazakhstan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Negative Approach to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deakin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Bang On A Can,
Animal Collective,
Lightning Bolt,
Reuben Wilson,
Half Japanese,
The Alarm Clocks,
Excepter,
Rekid,
Simply Red,
World's Most,
Agitation Free,
E-Dancer,
T. Rex,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Little Man,
Jeru the Damaja,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pierre Henry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Faust,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Trojans,
Nirvana,
Erasure,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Birthday Party,
Pantaleimon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Buckinghams,
Suburban Knight,
Amazonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Todd Terry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oneida,
In Retrospect,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Barracudas,
the Germs,
Black Bananas,
Hardrive,
Scratch Acid,
Max Romeo,
Piero Umiliani,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barbara Tucker,
Ten City,
The Slackers,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Seeds,
Warren Ellis,
Byron Stingily,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minnie Riperton,
Eddi Front,
Peter and Kerry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sister Nancy,
Negative Approach,
Eden Ahbez,
Sixth Finger,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.