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 Costa Rica and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Black Moon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Graham Central Station,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quantec,
Sex Pistols,
Scrapy,
Black Bananas,
The Cure,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rod Modell,
Q65,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hasil Adkins,
Camouflage,
Bauhaus,
Dual Sessions,
The Residents,
Con Funk Shun,
Japan,
Ornette Coleman,
Toni Rubio,
Jeff Lynne,
Blancmange,
Warren Ellis,
Los Fastidios,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Infiniti,
Soft Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric Copeland,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Big Daddy Kane,
Livin' Joy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Don Cherry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eddi Front,
The Dead C,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Black Dice,
Supertramp,
Stiv Bators,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Music Machine,
the Human League,
Todd Rundgren,
Country Joe & The Fish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sister Nancy,
Blossom Toes,
Tubeway Army,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chris & Cosey,
Ituana,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.