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 Greece and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 Glambeats Corp. to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Robert Hood,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nils Olav,
Boz Scaggs,
David Bowie,
Ice-T,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moby Grape,
the Slits,
Deakin,
The Smoke,
John Cale,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cowsills,
Thompson Twins,
The Real Kids,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun Ra,
Chris Corsano,
Freddie Wadling,
Intrusion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
MC5,
Altered Images,
Suicide,
Amon Düül,
Chris & Cosey,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
T.S.O.L.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nirvana,
Ronan,
Rites of Spring,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Iggy Pop,
Rufus Thomas,
Underground Resistance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joey Negro,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Human League,
Radiopuhelimet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ken Boothe,
Tom Boy,
The American Breed,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Glambeats Corp.,
Howard Jones,
David McCallum,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soulsonic Force,
Dave Gahan,
Eden Ahbez,
The Last Poets,
Wire,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.