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 Samoa and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the rock 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric Dolphy,
Pagans,
The Durutti Column,
Sandy B,
Moebius,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sonics,
The Knickerbockers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare,
Marshall Jefferson,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gories,
Deadbeat,
Tom Boy,
48th St. Collective,
T. Rex,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-101,
Excepter,
Bush Tetras,
Ossler,
Magazine,
Massinfluence,
Dave Gahan,
John Foxx,
Model 500,
Procol Harum,
F. McDonald,
Brass Construction,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fire Engines,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Motorama,
Arcadia,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Real Kids,
Adolescents,
Qualms,
Yaz,
Ponytail,
Stereo Dub,
Altered Images,
Deepchord,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sugar Minott,
Judy Mowatt,
The Buckinghams,
June Days,
X-102,
Patti Smith,
Pantytec,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.