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 Mozambique and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Chris & Cosey to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Echospace,
Ronnie Foster,
Organ,
Malaria!,
The Stooges,
Can,
Marc Almond,
Rotary Connection,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rosa Yemen,
Negative Approach,
Minnie Riperton,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joy Division,
Wolf Eyes,
Todd Rundgren,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mars,
Yellowson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jerry's Kids,
Sound Behaviour,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultra Naté,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fire Engines,
Rekid,
Grey Daturas,
Dark Day,
Metal Thangz,
Rod Modell,
The Black Dice,
Kayak,
Silicon Teens,
Freddie Wadling,
John Cale,
The Star Department,
Dawn Penn,
Laurel Aitken,
The Five Americans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Agent Orange,
The Searchers,
Black Moon,
Section 25,
Duran Duran,
The Raincoats,
David Axelrod,
Khruangbin,
Lungfish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Urselle,
Jacques Brel,
R.M.O.,
Ornette Coleman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alphaville,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.