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 Morocco and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Nico to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
The Slits,
Yaz,
Pulsallama,
Alphaville,
Q65,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
K-Klass,
the Sonics,
The Fuzztones,
Circle Jerks,
A Certain Ratio,
Roxette,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Schoolly D,
Dark Day,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fela Kuti,
Ultra Naté,
Curtis Mayfield,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yazoo,
Sam Rivers,
Kerri Chandler,
Iggy Pop,
Smog,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Human League,
Clear Light,
The Dave Clark Five,
Malaria!,
Kenny Larkin,
Agent Orange,
Albert Ayler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roy Ayers,
Echospace,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moebius,
Davy DMX,
Sandy B,
Harry Pussy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gabor Szabo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gong,
Hardrive,
Bill Wells,
Youth Brigade,
Brick,
The United States of America,
Television Personalities,
The Invisible,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Excepter,
X-101,
Soft Cell,
Lalann,
Bob Dylan,
Sixth Finger,
Boz Scaggs,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.