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 Slovenia and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the disco 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Association,
Moebius,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boredoms,
Thompson Twins,
The Gap Band,
The Monks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Buckinghams,
The Tremeloes,
Newcleus,
E-Dancer,
Whodini,
Jawbox,
Chris Corsano,
Hot Snakes,
The Fall,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marshall Jefferson,
Zero Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
The Remains,
Todd Terry,
Negative Approach,
Infiniti,
DJ Sneak,
Nils Olav,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scan 7,
Eric Dolphy,
The Motions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Altered Images,
June of 44,
Aural Exciters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Techniques,
Tim Buckley,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
PIL,
Second Layer,
Joyce Sims,
Sandy B,
The Moody Blues,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fat Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Japan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eli Mardock,
Tears for Fears,
Desert Stars,
The Leaves,
Rod Modell,
Eve St. Jones,
Make Up,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.