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 Japan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the organ 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 The Slackers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Marc Almond,
The Dirtbombs,
Desert Stars,
Jacques Brel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brass Construction,
David McCallum,
The Human League,
Interpol,
Max Romeo,
Metal Thangz,
Young Marble Giants,
Cameo,
Essential Logic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Average White Band,
Siglo XX,
Chrome,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Cale,
Sugar Minott,
Sandy B,
Stereo Dub,
Letta Mbulu,
Moss Icon,
John Foxx,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oneida,
E-Dancer,
Black Pus,
Howard Jones,
Sun City Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Idris Muhammad,
Prince Buster,
Nirvana,
Radiopuhelimet,
H. Thieme,
Babytalk,
Janne Schatter,
Joey Negro,
Jandek,
Barbara Tucker,
Lower 48,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Blues Magoos,
Can,
The Victims,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eli Mardock,
The Associates,
Barry Ungar,
Kerri Chandler,
Magazine,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Last Poets,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lalann,
Gabor Szabo,
The Busters,
Pussy Galore,
Harry Pussy,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.