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 Saudi Arabia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Black Moon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar 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 theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
10cc,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crispy Ambulance,
Siglo XX,
Trumans Water,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deakin,
Jawbox,
MC5,
Pulsallama,
The Dave Clark Five,
Visage,
The Music Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
Joy Division,
Cluster,
Lou Christie,
Man Parrish,
H. Thieme,
Soft Machine,
Mission of Burma,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eden Ahbez,
Lightning Bolt,
Accadde A,
Parry Music,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Seeds,
This Heat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sugar Minott,
ABBA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lungfish,
Aaron Thompson,
Graham Central Station,
Scrapy,
Nils Olav,
The New Christs,
Amon Düül,
Loose Ends,
E-Dancer,
Outsiders,
Albert Ayler,
The Fall,
Funkadelic,
Camouflage,
The Gap Band,
Ken Boothe,
Scion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Litter,
Bluetip,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Josef K,
Scott Walker,
Easy Going,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.