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 Albania and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
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 mellotron 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 X-Ray Spex to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Stiv Bators,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aaron Thompson,
Cybotron,
Young Marble Giants,
Whodini,
David Bowie,
Electric Prunes,
Radio Birdman,
China Crisis,
ABBA,
Motorama,
Moss Icon,
Spoonie Gee,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
L. Decosne,
Aloha Tigers,
Tom Boy,
Monks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Move,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Angels of Light,
Jeff Mills,
Joe Finger,
Oblivians,
Donny Hathaway,
the Slits,
Outsiders,
Organ,
The Tremeloes,
Model 500,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Grass Roots,
Pere Ubu,
Porter Ricks,
Babytalk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sister Nancy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Das Ding,
Brand Nubian,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mummies,
UT,
Theoretical Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Starr,
Fat Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Yazoo,
Dual Sessions,
Maleditus Sound,
X-101,
John Foxx,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brothers Johnson,
Bill Near,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.