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 Andorra and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar 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 Alphaville to the disco 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Young Rascals,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Swell Maps,
The Offenders,
Crooked Eye,
John Coltrane,
Joyce Sims,
The Standells,
Blossom Toes,
Black Moon,
The Human League,
Agitation Free,
One Last Wish,
Rod Modell,
The Star Department,
Harpers Bizarre,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Last Poets,
Jacob Miller,
Lyres,
David Bowie,
Suicide,
Section 25,
Fluxion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Funky Four + One,
Erykah Badu,
Main Source,
Scientists,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cure,
X-101,
Johnny Osbourne,
UT,
The Fuzztones,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Wyatt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pierre Henry,
Albert Ayler,
Rufus Thomas,
Derrick May,
The Electric Prunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
EPMD,
Black Pus,
Harmonia,
Slave,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Walker Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
Bizarre Inc.,
The American Breed,
Black Bananas,
Wasted Youth,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.