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 Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Minor Threat to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Görl record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Altered Images,
Rod Modell,
Arab on Radar,
Goldenarms,
Pere Ubu,
Wally Richardson,
The Human League,
The Flesh Eaters,
Average White Band,
Howard Jones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sam Rivers,
The Buckinghams,
Symarip,
Lucky Dragons,
The Evens,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Beau Brummels,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Names,
Malaria!,
Los Fastidios,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New Age Steppers,
Cymande,
Donald Byrd,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vladislav Delay,
Depeche Mode,
The Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
A Certain Ratio,
Eden Ahbez,
Alphaville,
Eve St. Jones,
Sandy B,
Reagan Youth,
Moebius,
Bluetip,
Babytalk,
Fatback Band,
Wasted Youth,
Nico,
Subhumans,
Main Source,
Angry Samoans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yaz,
Swans,
Livin' Joy,
Underground Resistance,
Rapeman,
Scientists,
Spandau Ballet,
Leonard Cohen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.