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 United States and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Erykah Badu,
Jandek,
ABC,
Bill Wells,
the Bar-Kays,
Panda Bear,
Accadde A,
Mr. Review,
Cheater Slicks,
Silicon Teens,
Grauzone,
Frankie Knuckles,
Theoretical Girls,
Alphaville,
Howard Jones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Siglo XX,
Kurtis Blow,
Dave Gahan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thompson Twins,
Bang On A Can,
The Move,
Scientists,
Dark Day,
Blossom Toes,
Ossler,
The Offenders,
The Buckinghams,
Clear Light,
Hasil Adkins,
Pagans,
Q65,
Agitation Free,
Procol Harum,
The Dirtbombs,
Suburban Knight,
Marc Almond,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deakin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Television Personalities,
Ronnie Foster,
Lyres,
Radio Birdman,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Prunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Music Machine,
CMW,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sugar Minott,
Can,
Ultravox,
Rod Modell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Organ,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.