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 Gabon and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Janne Schatter to the funk 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo 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?
The Toasters,
Silicon Teens,
Simply Red,
Chris Corsano,
Davy DMX,
Rites of Spring,
Severed Heads,
Howard Jones,
Maleditus Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Cale,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gun Club,
Stiv Bators,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dave Gahan,
Mantronix,
Traffic Nightmare,
Angry Samoans,
DJ Style,
Robert Hood,
Lee Hazlewood,
Agitation Free,
Section 25,
Blancmange,
Stockholm Monsters,
Heaven 17,
Aural Exciters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cymande,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Technova,
Pylon,
The Walker Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Johnny Osbourne,
Los Fastidios,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
T.S.O.L.,
Roxy Music,
Dawn Penn,
Inner City,
Soft Machine,
Agent Orange,
Quadrant,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Alarm Clocks,
Suburban Knight,
Television Personalities,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soulsonic Force,
Visage,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lakeside,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.