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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 cv313 to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Quadrant,
The Fuzztones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Clear Light,
John Foxx,
Roxette,
The Monks,
Brick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mummies,
The Slackers,
Spandau Ballet,
Stetsasonic,
Silicon Teens,
The Victims,
Michelle Simonal,
Dead Boys,
The J.B.'s,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tears for Fears,
Ohio Players,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joyce Sims,
The Black Dice,
the Human League,
June of 44,
PIL,
Derrick Morgan,
Donald Byrd,
H. Thieme,
Moby Grape,
Lower 48,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Henry Cow,
Livin' Joy,
The Evens,
the Normal,
Hashim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thee Headcoats,
Warsaw,
the Soft Cell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soul Sonic Force,
Rakim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alphaville,
Nas,
Pagans,
The Five Americans,
Tubeway Army,
Nation of Ulysses,
Albert Ayler,
Big Daddy Kane,
New Order,
The Flesh Eaters,
D'Angelo,
JFA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Selecter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.