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 Nigeria and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scratch Acid 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
The Barracudas,
Erykah Badu,
Nick Fraelich,
DJ Style,
Scientists,
New York Dolls,
Todd Rundgren,
T. Rex,
AZ,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sällskapet,
Brand Nubian,
MDC,
Laurel Aitken,
Colin Newman,
E-Dancer,
Bill Near,
Lower 48,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Modern Lovers,
Newcleus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Audionom,
Josef K,
Kayak,
Joy Division,
Tom Boy,
Mission of Burma,
Yaz,
Skarface,
Mo-Dettes,
Rekid,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter and Kerry,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Germs,
Babytalk,
Echospace,
Masters at Work,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moby Grape,
Mantronix,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tears for Fears,
The Pretty Things,
Brass Construction,
This Heat,
Au Pairs,
The Victims,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Swell Maps,
Dave Gahan,
The Saints,
Index,
Clear Light,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
F. McDonald,
World's Most,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.