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 United Kingdom and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Fire Engines to the dance 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Section 25,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aloha Tigers,
The Names,
The Mummies,
The Leaves,
Roger Hodgson,
Anakelly,
Grandmaster Flash,
Can,
Rod Modell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aaron Thompson,
Eli Mardock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Slits,
Wolf Eyes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare,
Rotary Connection,
Todd Terry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joensuu 1685,
Underground Resistance,
Altered Images,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amazonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cowsills,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fela Kuti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
cv313,
Stetsasonic,
Kaleidoscope,
Yellowson,
The Birthday Party,
X-101,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bill Wells,
Mr. Review,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ludus,
Icehouse,
Donny Hathaway,
Kenny Larkin,
Echospace,
The Real Kids,
Khruangbin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gichy Dan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Monks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Groovy Waters,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.