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 Finland 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Eden Ahbez to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wings,
The United States of America,
John Lydon,
The Cowsills,
Bauhaus,
The Divine Comedy,
Lakeside,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tres Demented,
Alison Limerick,
Adolescents,
Black Pus,
One Last Wish,
Eve St. Jones,
Scott Walker,
New York Dolls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Funkadelic,
Lyres,
Johnny Clarke,
Magma,
Procol Harum,
OOIOO,
Pantaleimon,
Liliput,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Leaves,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flipper,
Hashim,
48th St. Collective,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amazonics,
Alphaville,
John Foxx,
Model 500,
Theoretical Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Talk Talk,
Terry Callier,
Soft Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gun Club,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fugs,
UT,
Duran Duran,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Barracudas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sex Pistols,
Kaleidoscope,
Jandek,
Echospace,
Soul II Soul,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.