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 Comoros and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Essential Logic to the dance 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Mars,
Morten Harket,
Trumans Water,
The Smiths,
Roxy Music,
Pet Shop Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fuzztones,
Severed Heads,
Jawbox,
The Residents,
Girls At Our Best!,
Darondo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Youth Brigade,
Stiv Bators,
Skarface,
Sight & Sound,
The Real Kids,
The Move,
Dennis Brown,
Electric Prunes,
The Offenders,
Roxette,
Ultravox,
Arcadia,
10cc,
H. Thieme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yellowson,
OOIOO,
X-101,
Wally Richardson,
Reuben Wilson,
Cybotron,
Swans,
U.S. Maple,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Maleditus Sound,
Scientists,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jacques Brel,
Quando Quango,
Eurythmics,
Gang Starr,
Crime,
Suburban Knight,
Whodini,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scrapy,
Tears for Fears,
Faraquet,
Roy Ayers,
Dark Day,
AZ,
MDC,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brass Construction,
Make Up,
Slave,
Max Romeo,
PIL,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.