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 Tunisia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 David Axelrod to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cure,
Malaria!,
James White and The Blacks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alphaville,
Monks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Stooges,
Scratch Acid,
Howard Jones,
Smog,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grey Daturas,
Ponytail,
Carl Craig,
the Human League,
Hoover,
Maurizio,
Underground Resistance,
The Monochrome Set,
Magma,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arcadia,
The Knickerbockers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thompson Twins,
Joyce Sims,
Hashim,
Cheater Slicks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sister Nancy,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dirtbombs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
K-Klass,
Agitation Free,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kayak,
Terry Callier,
Sound Behaviour,
The Velvet Underground,
ABC,
The Golliwogs,
Black Moon,
Soul II Soul,
Iggy Pop,
Bronski Beat,
Kerri Chandler,
Desert Stars,
MC5,
John Foxx,
Fatback Band,
Little Man,
F. McDonald,
the Soft Cell,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gories,
The Cramps,
Gregory Isaacs,
Monolake,
The Barracudas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.