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 Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Traffic Nightmare to the electroclash 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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Bob Dylan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scratch Acid,
Darondo,
Swans,
The American Breed,
Sound Behaviour,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Parry Music,
Slick Rick,
The Moleskins,
Janne Schatter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Magazine,
K-Klass,
Absolute Body Control,
Marc Almond,
Ossler,
L. Decosne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Livin' Joy,
Roxy Music,
Ultra Naté,
Soulsonic Force,
the Germs,
Y Pants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mojo Men,
Piero Umiliani,
Intrusion,
H. Thieme,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wolf Eyes,
Colin Newman,
Michelle Simonal,
The Standells,
Mantronix,
Liliput,
Susan Cadogan,
David Bowie,
The Zeros,
Arthur Verocai,
Lyres,
Bronski Beat,
The Cure,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fall,
Donny Hathaway,
Stereo Dub,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sparks,
Newcleus,
Pylon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Cale,
Zapp,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.