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 Nauru and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 Godley & Creme to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
The Misunderstood,
Loose Ends,
Banda Bassotti,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hot Snakes,
Alphaville,
Brand Nubian,
Eric Copeland,
Gong,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Erasure,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thee Headcoats,
Scientists,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mo-Dettes,
New York Dolls,
Godley & Creme,
Wings,
Sight & Sound,
Royal Trux,
Rites of Spring,
Al Stewart,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dual Sessions,
The Neon Judgement,
Electric Prunes,
Heaven 17,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roxette,
Aswad,
The Slits,
Faraquet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sonics,
Gabor Szabo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Vogues,
Roy Ayers,
Archie Shepp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
Cybotron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bush Tetras,
Joy Division,
L. Decosne,
Nas,
the Normal,
Pierre Henry,
Joe Smooth,
Graham Central Station,
The Seeds,
Infiniti,
Leonard Cohen,
The Offenders,
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The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.