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 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Dual Sessions to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Fugazi,
The Human League,
The Litter,
Fad Gadget,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wire,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Heaven 17,
Schoolly D,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tommy Roe,
Connie Case,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Livin' Joy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Outsiders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aaron Thompson,
Black Sheep,
cv313,
Funkadelic,
Accadde A,
Minnie Riperton,
Lungfish,
Moby Grape,
The Modern Lovers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DJ Sneak,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Swans,
Whodini,
Quantec,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Maurizio,
Flash Fearless,
Fatback Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Warren Ellis,
Negative Approach,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Icehouse,
Rekid,
Vainqueur,
The Fortunes,
the Soft Cell,
Severed Heads,
Minor Threat,
The Black Dice,
Marc Almond,
Motorama,
Yusef Lateef,
Althea and Donna,
The Misunderstood,
The Doors,
Second Layer,
Stiv Bators,
Cluster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.