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 Micronesia and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Robert Wyatt to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric B and Rakim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rekid,
The Standells,
Marvin Gaye,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang of Four,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New York Dolls,
Letta Mbulu,
John Foxx,
Visage,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sällskapet,
Joy Division,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Hood,
The Count Five,
Babytalk,
Arcadia,
Alphaville,
Animal Collective,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Star Department,
Camouflage,
X-101,
Mr. Review,
The Residents,
Inner City,
ABC,
Delta 5,
Arab on Radar,
Judy Mowatt,
Newcleus,
The Seeds,
Harry Pussy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rosa Yemen,
The Remains,
The Cramps,
The United States of America,
Von Mondo,
Metal Thangz,
Simply Red,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Monochrome Set,
Gerry Rafferty,
Magma,
Television Personalities,
Warsaw,
Vladislav Delay,
Sandy B,
Porter Ricks,
Absolute Body Control,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.