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 Lesotho and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Robert Palmer 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 Guru Guru to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gun Club,
Aural Exciters,
The Litter,
New Age Steppers,
Amon Düül II,
Outsiders,
Radio Birdman,
The Durutti Column,
The Wake,
Stiv Bators,
Pole,
Aaron Thompson,
Television Personalities,
Chris Corsano,
Rod Modell,
Suicide,
Steve Hackett,
The Slackers,
Guru Guru,
Little Man,
Dual Sessions,
Ten City,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marmalade,
Jerry's Kids,
Junior Murvin,
Kurtis Blow,
KRS-One,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Residents,
Yellowson,
Zero Boys,
Public Enemy,
Joey Negro,
Magma,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Audionom,
Pulsallama,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amon Düül,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rotary Connection,
John Foxx,
Essential Logic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
UT,
kango's stein massive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Selecter,
The Young Rascals,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hashim,
Soulsonic Force,
Reagan Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Judy Mowatt,
Arab on Radar,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.