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 Taiwan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Michael McDonald 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 Janne Schatter to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
John Foxx,
Section 25,
Theoretical Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Black Pus,
Q and Not U,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Monks,
Godley & Creme,
the Normal,
Pole,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Glenn Branca,
La Düsseldorf,
Brass Construction,
Underground Resistance,
Mantronix,
Japan,
Second Layer,
Bootsy Collins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
This Heat,
Harry Pussy,
The Mojo Men,
The Gap Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rufus Thomas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fad Gadget,
Ken Boothe,
Ice-T,
K-Klass,
The Fugs,
H. Thieme,
Oblivians,
Sixth Finger,
Interpol,
Brick,
Scion,
Suicide,
Alton Ellis,
James White and The Blacks,
Spoonie Gee,
AZ,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rod Modell,
Buzzcocks,
Black Bananas,
Wasted Youth,
The Doors,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Martian,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Durutti Column,
The Blackbyrds,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.