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 Vanuatu and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the theremin 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ludus,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mojo Men,
Jesper Dahlback,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dead C,
The Sonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pagans,
David Bowie,
Thompson Twins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fluxion,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eurythmics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eli Mardock,
Aural Exciters,
Josef K,
Rosa Yemen,
The Tremeloes,
Letta Mbulu,
Shoche,
The Remains,
The Real Kids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Monochrome Set,
Y Pants,
Bill Near,
Barrington Levy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Main Source,
Vladislav Delay,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Offenders,
Gang of Four,
Cecil Taylor,
New Order,
Agitation Free,
The Busters,
Sällskapet,
Camberwell Now,
The Gories,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Maurizio,
Duran Duran,
Spoonie Gee,
Groovy Waters,
Scientists,
Connie Case,
Audionom,
Henry Cow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.