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 Peru and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 PIL to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skriet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Evens,
Basic Channel,
Reagan Youth,
The New Christs,
Gabor Szabo,
Stereo Dub,
The Invisible,
Funkadelic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Section 25,
Ken Boothe,
Neu!,
Radio Birdman,
Nik Kershaw,
Ossler,
Camberwell Now,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Audionom,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultravox,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
DJ Sneak,
David Bowie,
The Beau Brummels,
Josef K,
Maurizio,
Chris Corsano,
Cabaret Voltaire,
MC5,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Byrd,
The Techniques,
Shoche,
Mandrill,
Todd Rundgren,
Deadbeat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ponytail,
K-Klass,
Flipper,
Bill Wells,
Das Ding,
The Fuzztones,
June of 44,
Rekid,
Eric Dolphy,
Wolf Eyes,
Popol Vuh,
Bush Tetras,
Jeff Lynne,
Bang On A Can,
H. Thieme,
Dave Gahan,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.