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 El Salvador and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Neu! to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Rites of Spring,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Carl Craig,
Q65,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Suburban Knight,
Essential Logic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fad Gadget,
The Count Five,
Popol Vuh,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tim Buckley,
Neu!,
The Blackbyrds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Outsiders,
Grey Daturas,
cv313,
Sam Rivers,
Peter & Gordon,
B.T. Express,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lyres,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Talk Talk,
Lungfish,
Aloha Tigers,
The Slackers,
This Heat,
Eric Dolphy,
Severed Heads,
Brand Nubian,
Make Up,
Judy Mowatt,
Bill Near,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cure,
Soul II Soul,
Smog,
Black Bananas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Visage,
Hasil Adkins,
Alphaville,
The Martian,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Das Ding,
The Cowsills,
Swans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
JFA,
Chris & Cosey,
Siglo XX,
Average White Band,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.