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 Marshall Islands and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Amon Düül II to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Laurel Aitken,
Sixth Finger,
Sandy B,
The Red Krayola,
Surgeon,
The Angels of Light,
R.M.O.,
the Normal,
The Modern Lovers,
Judy Mowatt,
The Move,
Altered Images,
Grauzone,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Carl Craig,
Prince Buster,
Ponytail,
The Blackbyrds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Zero Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cramps,
OOIOO,
The Saints,
Suicide,
Amazonics,
Flipper,
The Fall,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stetsasonic,
Vladislav Delay,
Yellowson,
Tears for Fears,
The Litter,
Oblivians,
Pantaleimon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eurythmics,
the Germs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Adolescents,
The Mojo Men,
FM Einheit,
The Birthday Party,
Los Fastidios,
Soft Machine,
Al Stewart,
Mission of Burma,
This Heat,
Rapeman,
Marine Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Moody Blues,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Severed Heads,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.