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 Nicaragua and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the disco 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
The American Breed,
Brass Construction,
Essential Logic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Au Pairs,
Kenny Larkin,
La Düsseldorf,
Joey Negro,
Soul Sonic Force,
Symarip,
Gichy Dan,
Gong,
Eden Ahbez,
Make Up,
The Moleskins,
Talk Talk,
The Fall,
Bobby Womack,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Davy DMX,
Public Enemy,
Rites of Spring,
Clear Light,
Donald Byrd,
Sexual Harrassment,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Organ,
The Evens,
CMW,
Dark Day,
Wolf Eyes,
Nirvana,
Das Ding,
China Crisis,
Arcadia,
Pantaleimon,
Qualms,
Skarface,
H. Thieme,
Basic Channel,
The Human League,
John Holt,
Black Bananas,
Scrapy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Leaves,
Lalann,
Jacob Miller,
Boz Scaggs,
Audionom,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amazonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joyce Sims,
Mad Mike,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.