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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
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 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 Swans to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Mo-Dettes,
the Normal,
Ronnie Foster,
Dark Day,
Gabor Szabo,
Silicon Teens,
Main Source,
Zapp,
Surgeon,
Ludus,
the Fania All-Stars,
David McCallum,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Leaves,
Kenny Larkin,
OOIOO,
The Mummies,
Popol Vuh,
Motorama,
Stetsasonic,
Rapeman,
Bronski Beat,
The Busters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
James White and The Blacks,
New Order,
These Immortal Souls,
Ituana,
Brand Nubian,
Hardrive,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultra Naté,
Minor Threat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tears for Fears,
Anakelly,
Young Marble Giants,
Public Image Ltd.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yusef Lateef,
Soft Cell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moss Icon,
E-Dancer,
Tommy Roe,
Warren Ellis,
Parry Music,
The Smoke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sugar Minott,
Jerry's Kids,
The Invisible,
Sex Pistols,
Second Layer,
Suburban Knight,
The Martian,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-102,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.