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 Thailand and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 New Order to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
B.T. Express,
Absolute Body Control,
X-101,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soft Machine,
Stereo Dub,
UT,
Black Pus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joey Negro,
Electric Prunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Model 500,
Ken Boothe,
Outsiders,
Jandek,
Talk Talk,
Arab on Radar,
Icehouse,
Depeche Mode,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scott Walker,
Organ,
Fad Gadget,
The Monks,
Bang On A Can,
DNA,
Lungfish,
The Mummies,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Darondo,
Bobby Womack,
Soulsonic Force,
Crime,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ossler,
the Soft Cell,
Siglo XX,
Joe Finger,
The Beau Brummels,
The Residents,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Spoonie Gee,
Brothers Johnson,
Scratch Acid,
Alphaville,
Archie Shepp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-102,
Q and Not U,
Barbara Tucker,
The Standells,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Zero Boys,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.