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 Liechtenstein and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
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 chamberlin 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 DNA 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
The Moleskins,
Essential Logic,
Slick Rick,
Cheater Slicks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gong,
Toni Rubio,
This Heat,
Quando Quango,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ornette Coleman,
Quadrant,
Yaz,
the Germs,
The Divine Comedy,
Can,
OOIOO,
Dave Gahan,
Scott Walker,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Doors,
The Star Department,
Rotary Connection,
Scrapy,
Fad Gadget,
The Monks,
Brass Construction,
Youth Brigade,
Intrusion,
Ice-T,
The Invisible,
The Buckinghams,
Mr. Review,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Royal Trux,
8 Eyed Spy,
MDC,
Bootsy Collins,
June Days,
X-Ray Spex,
Delon & Dalcan,
Al Stewart,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sonics,
Aswad,
Spandau Ballet,
Urselle,
Alphaville,
Mo-Dettes,
The Tremeloes,
Ituana,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deakin,
The Zeros,
The Walker Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
Niagra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Magma,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.