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 Lithuania and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Gun Club to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Make Up,
The Associates,
Average White Band,
Wire,
Amon Düül,
Minny Pops,
Andrew Hill,
Depeche Mode,
The Divine Comedy,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-102,
Monolake,
Erasure,
Lower 48,
Anakelly,
PIL,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roxette,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter and Kerry,
Lyres,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-Ray Spex,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Görl,
Charles Mingus,
Henry Cow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ponytail,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Seeds,
Chris & Cosey,
Yazoo,
The Gun Club,
The Martian,
Marine Girls,
The Move,
The Sound,
Surgeon,
The Standells,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Slackers,
La Düsseldorf,
The Searchers,
The Evens,
The Last Poets,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bootsy Collins,
Can,
The Remains,
Outsiders,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.