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 Bulgaria and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Niagra to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Technova,
The Leaves,
The Vogues,
Japan,
The Barracudas,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Soft Cell,
Marc Almond,
Barry Ungar,
JFA,
The Offenders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wolf Eyes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bootsy Collins,
Drexciya,
Bob Dylan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brothers Johnson,
Henry Cow,
Matthew Halsall,
Lightning Bolt,
Al Stewart,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Saccharine Trust,
Flamin' Groovies,
10cc,
Boredoms,
The Black Dice,
Anakelly,
The Blues Magoos,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Agitation Free,
Aaron Thompson,
Y Pants,
Au Pairs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Piero Umiliani,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Glambeats Corp.,
Livin' Joy,
Dawn Penn,
Malaria!,
Joey Negro,
Make Up,
ABBA,
The Fugs,
Deakin,
The Move,
Easy Going,
Chris & Cosey,
CMW,
Average White Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Jawbox,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.