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-Bissau and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Joensuu 1685 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Anakelly,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stetsasonic,
Tubeway Army,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric B and Rakim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Suicide,
Ken Boothe,
Amazonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Derrick May,
David McCallum,
Qualms,
Tomorrow,
John Foxx,
Pagans,
Bluetip,
Mars,
Gang Green,
The Move,
Make Up,
Barry Ungar,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Electric Prunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Wake,
Marmalade,
Cheater Slicks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
World's Most,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Popol Vuh,
Wolf Eyes,
Inner City,
Fela Kuti,
Skriet,
the Germs,
Aswad,
Fifty Foot Hose,
MC5,
Aural Exciters,
Terry Callier,
The Electric Prunes,
Hoover,
The Fugs,
Mad Mike,
Joe Smooth,
Porter Ricks,
Maurizio,
Subhumans,
Lungfish,
Juan Atkins,
Rites of Spring,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Shoche,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.