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 Chile and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin 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 Bauhaus to the grime 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
F. McDonald,
the Bar-Kays,
PIL,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kerrie Biddell,
48th St. Collective,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sällskapet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moebius,
The Cramps,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Pop Group,
Oblivians,
Barbara Tucker,
Leonard Cohen,
The Divine Comedy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Unwound,
Adolescents,
Silicon Teens,
The Gap Band,
Marvin Gaye,
The Moleskins,
Swans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Simply Red,
Sarah Menescal,
Skarface,
The Martian,
June Days,
Shoche,
Jerry Gold Smith,
ABC,
Stereo Dub,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed,
The Motions,
The Evens,
Television Personalities,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marc Almond,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Foxx,
Amon Düül II,
Roger Hodgson,
The Leaves,
Derrick Morgan,
Kas Product,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kenny Larkin,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Flag,
Malaria!,
The Red Krayola,
Second Layer,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.