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 Guinea and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cameo to the punk 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
UT,
Suburban Knight,
Intrusion,
Ultra Naté,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Niagra,
Deepchord,
Radiohead,
Pantaleimon,
Bronski Beat,
Sonic Youth,
Jawbox,
Cheater Slicks,
Sex Pistols,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Derrick May,
John Lydon,
Pierre Henry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Idris Muhammad,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aloha Tigers,
The J.B.'s,
Ituana,
Scientists,
Drive Like Jehu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Sheep,
Main Source,
Kenny Larkin,
Janne Schatter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Smoke,
Scratch Acid,
Marc Almond,
Eli Mardock,
Von Mondo,
Livin' Joy,
Tears for Fears,
Severed Heads,
Ohio Players,
Bauhaus,
Rotary Connection,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New Age Steppers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rapeman,
kango's stein massive,
Dave Gahan,
Joyce Sims,
The Cramps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.