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 Monaco and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Evens,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Man Eating Sloth,
PIL,
Kerri Chandler,
Amon Düül II,
Eurythmics,
Robert Görl,
Mark Hollis,
Gang of Four,
Alphaville,
The Searchers,
Camouflage,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Theoretical Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Country Teasers,
Basic Channel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Juan Atkins,
Adolescents,
Aaron Thompson,
Scan 7,
Severed Heads,
New Age Steppers,
The Electric Prunes,
Tres Demented,
Ponytail,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Sonics,
Goldenarms,
The Gories,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Motorama,
The Litter,
Mr. Review,
Bronski Beat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sight & Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
These Immortal Souls,
Monks,
Man Parrish,
The Kinks,
Roger Hodgson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hashim,
The Golliwogs,
Tim Buckley,
Scientists,
Slave,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.