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 Liechtenstein and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tears for Fears to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun City Girls,
Clear Light,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wolf Eyes,
Rotary Connection,
Nik Kershaw,
The Slackers,
Letta Mbulu,
Marvin Gaye,
Soul II Soul,
DNA,
Television Personalities,
The J.B.'s,
Sixth Finger,
UT,
The Motions,
Radiohead,
The Cure,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pole,
Silicon Teens,
Aloha Tigers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Audionom,
Robert Hood,
Roxette,
The Neon Judgement,
Al Stewart,
The Blues Magoos,
Grauzone,
Tomorrow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Bananas,
Eddi Front,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Trojans,
Lakeside,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Moleskins,
Index,
Ronan,
Von Mondo,
Bush Tetras,
The Saints,
The Move,
Erasure,
Buzzcocks,
Piero Umiliani,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Glenn Branca,
Quando Quango,
Rekid,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Monochrome Set,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The American Breed,
The Blackbyrds,
Aural Exciters,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.