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 Cameroon and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
In Retrospect,
Marcia Griffiths,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Steve Hackett,
Alice Coltrane,
Lungfish,
The Blackbyrds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Depeche Mode,
The Techniques,
Brick,
Minny Pops,
Deepchord,
Grauzone,
Derrick Morgan,
Man Parrish,
Bob Dylan,
Deadbeat,
The Tremeloes,
DNA,
Interpol,
Pierre Henry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Can,
The Selecter,
Slave,
Los Fastidios,
Slick Rick,
Monolake,
Gang Starr,
Harmonia,
The Beau Brummels,
Tom Boy,
The Names,
Aswad,
Visage,
Television,
Eddi Front,
H. Thieme,
Circle Jerks,
Mantronix,
The Angels of Light,
Guru Guru,
D'Angelo,
Rufus Thomas,
Marc Almond,
Ohio Players,
Reagan Youth,
David McCallum,
The Slackers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blancmange,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ossler,
The Litter,
Sam Rivers,
ABC,
PIL,
Nils Olav,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.