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 Serbia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 PIL to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Monks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aswad,
The Buckinghams,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Invisible,
Pulsallama,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joensuu 1685,
Motorama,
B.T. Express,
Anakelly,
Desert Stars,
Fugazi,
Eurythmics,
Warsaw,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pussy Galore,
Niagra,
Lou Christie,
The Standells,
Unrelated Segments,
Tommy Roe,
Wasted Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
U.S. Maple,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
kango's stein massive,
Rekid,
Suburban Knight,
Barrington Levy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
PIL,
Essential Logic,
Roxy Music,
Los Fastidios,
Bauhaus,
Marc Almond,
Man Parrish,
Godley & Creme,
The Golliwogs,
The Mummies,
Connie Case,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roxette,
Saccharine Trust,
Al Stewart,
The Young Rascals,
Au Pairs,
Ohio Players,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Idris Muhammad,
The Beau Brummels,
Ice-T,
Jeff Mills,
John Holt,
Tom Boy,
Con Funk Shun,
Parry Music,
Electric Prunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.