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 Ghana and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 David Bowie 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 Echo & the Bunnymen 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Funky Four + One,
the Slits,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wire,
The Move,
Quantec,
Sun City Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Connie Case,
Lee Hazlewood,
The J.B.'s,
Kaleidoscope,
Goldenarms,
Public Image Ltd.,
Warsaw,
Schoolly D,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wolf Eyes,
Erasure,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tropical Tobacco,
E-Dancer,
Deadbeat,
The Buckinghams,
Dave Gahan,
Sandy B,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skaos,
Fort Wilson Riot,
David Bowie,
The Monks,
Simply Red,
Pole,
Idris Muhammad,
Freddie Wadling,
Franke,
OOIOO,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mission of Burma,
Monks,
Delta 5,
Marvin Gaye,
B.T. Express,
Tim Buckley,
Fear,
Tomorrow,
Todd Rundgren,
The Vogues,
DJ Sneak,
Cymande,
Isaac Hayes,
48th St. Collective,
The Fugs,
Brothers Johnson,
Mark Hollis,
Subhumans,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.