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 Malaysia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Beau Brummels 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Rufus Thomas,
Pierre Henry,
Bush Tetras,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eli Mardock,
David Bowie,
Aswad,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smoke,
Leonard Cohen,
L. Decosne,
Bob Dylan,
Agent Orange,
Second Layer,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radiohead,
Nas,
Amon Düül,
June of 44,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Count Five,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Germs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lindisfarne,
Hoover,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Barracudas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quando Quango,
Desert Stars,
Sun City Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Modern Lovers,
The Victims,
The Vogues,
a-ha,
Masters at Work,
Liliput,
Robert Görl,
Infiniti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ohio Players,
Marc Almond,
Maleditus Sound,
Dead Boys,
The Happenings,
Barrington Levy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Michelle Simonal,
Pantytec,
Radiopuhelimet,
Laurel Aitken,
The Litter,
Terrestrial Tones,
U.S. Maple,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.