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 Uruguay and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet 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 Alphaville to the rock 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Real Kids,
Aswad,
Ronan,
Barrington Levy,
The Zeros,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Simply Red,
The Leaves,
Siglo XX,
Metal Thangz,
The Divine Comedy,
Amon Düül,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Stooges,
Nico,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kevin Saunderson,
Intrusion,
Supertramp,
Amazonics,
Tommy Roe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bob Dylan,
Wolf Eyes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Steve Hackett,
A Certain Ratio,
Smog,
John Cale,
Organ,
The Monks,
Tres Demented,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moebius,
Dead Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Human League,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chrome,
Rapeman,
H. Thieme,
The Cramps,
Monks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Hood,
The Sonics,
Sun City Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Ronnie Foster,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Moleskins,
Average White Band,
The Cure,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.