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 Venezuela and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Flash Fearless to the dance 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deakin,
Ronnie Foster,
Skaos,
Silicon Teens,
Ken Boothe,
Scientists,
Glambeats Corp.,
Max Romeo,
Erykah Badu,
La Düsseldorf,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pussy Galore,
Wings,
Suburban Knight,
Sparks,
The Smoke,
Kayak,
Swans,
One Last Wish,
the Bar-Kays,
The Kinks,
Crime,
Chris Corsano,
Electric Prunes,
48th St. Collective,
Essential Logic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Saccharine Trust,
Sound Behaviour,
Joe Smooth,
Minor Threat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Slits,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jandek,
Sugar Minott,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed,
Delta 5,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gichy Dan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nirvana,
Wasted Youth,
Flipper,
Lyres,
Reagan Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sällskapet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-102,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arcadia,
Gang of Four,
Soft Cell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Holt,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.