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 Panama and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Birthday Party to the techno 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Y Pants,
Amon Düül II,
The Angels of Light,
Archie Shepp,
Magazine,
Basic Channel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vainqueur,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Coltrane,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeff Mills,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Names,
Henry Cow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scratch Acid,
The Invisible,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tubeway Army,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Slick Rick,
Lee Hazlewood,
Young Marble Giants,
Roger Hodgson,
Blancmange,
The United States of America,
The Shadows of Knight,
Anthony Braxton,
Arthur Verocai,
Country Teasers,
Nick Fraelich,
Model 500,
8 Eyed Spy,
Magma,
Don Cherry,
Rotary Connection,
Agent Orange,
Au Pairs,
The Pretty Things,
The Modern Lovers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ponytail,
Letta Mbulu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Cale,
Franke,
Lebanon Hanover,
Das Ding,
Judy Mowatt,
Warren Ellis,
Erykah Badu,
Wolf Eyes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lightning Bolt,
Goldenarms,
Peter & Gordon,
Excepter,
Peter and Kerry,
Sällskapet,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.