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 Cyprus and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Magma,
The Monochrome Set,
Guru Guru,
the Swans,
Ronan,
Leonard Cohen,
Suicide,
Dead Boys,
Motorama,
DNA,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cramps,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joy Division,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Buckinghams,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
R.M.O.,
Soulsonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fugazi,
Camberwell Now,
Stockholm Monsters,
La Düsseldorf,
The Victims,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
L. Decosne,
Pantaleimon,
The Neon Judgement,
Television,
Banda Bassotti,
Lalann,
ABBA,
The Misunderstood,
Mission of Burma,
Mantronix,
Josef K,
Sex Pistols,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Moody Blues,
Gabor Szabo,
Mad Mike,
Howard Jones,
The Human League,
Colin Newman,
Aural Exciters,
In Retrospect,
The Young Rascals,
Q65,
Tears for Fears,
The Fire Engines,
Eurythmics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lightning Bolt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Steve Hackett,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mojo Men,
Prince Buster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.