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 Mali and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
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 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 Bronski Beat to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Tom Boy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camouflage,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Y Pants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Niagra,
The Smiths,
F. McDonald,
Blancmange,
The Modern Lovers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Offenders,
Scott Walker,
The Star Department,
The Gap Band,
Fela Kuti,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sällskapet,
Ten City,
Country Teasers,
Crime,
Nico,
The Dave Clark Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
Yazoo,
Adolescents,
Liliput,
Desert Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Searchers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moebius,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fad Gadget,
Magazine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Von Mondo,
Barbara Tucker,
the Germs,
Lindisfarne,
Eric Dolphy,
Albert Ayler,
Josef K,
The Trojans,
The Stooges,
The Young Rascals,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dave Gahan,
Severed Heads,
World's Most,
Eurythmics,
The Moleskins,
OOIOO,
Rod Modell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.