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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe 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 Josef K 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Ronnie Foster,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed,
Masters at Work,
Warsaw,
8 Eyed Spy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deakin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Swans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camouflage,
One Last Wish,
Q and Not U,
Unwound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Erasure,
Technova,
Television Personalities,
Sister Nancy,
New York Dolls,
Dave Gahan,
Scrapy,
The Mojo Men,
L. Decosne,
Aloha Tigers,
Harmonia,
Rekid,
Pulsallama,
Little Man,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brass Construction,
Japan,
Bobby Byrd,
Second Layer,
The Seeds,
Thompson Twins,
The United States of America,
Organ,
CMW,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-102,
Zapp,
Joensuu 1685,
The Monochrome Set,
John Foxx,
Donald Byrd,
Newcleus,
Crash Course in Science,
Jerry's Kids,
Drexciya,
Amon Düül,
Chris & Cosey,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Malaria!,
The Velvet Underground,
Warren Ellis,
Main Source,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dawn Penn,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.