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 Nicaragua and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Sound to the electroclash 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Bush Tetras,
The Index,
Main Source,
The Cure,
Sight & Sound,
Moebius,
Inner City,
Cameo,
Lakeside,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeff Mills,
Smog,
Von Mondo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Iggy Pop,
Visage,
Alison Limerick,
Hoover,
Joey Negro,
Hot Snakes,
Unrelated Segments,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joe Finger,
Masters at Work,
June Days,
Monolake,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Essential Logic,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yazoo,
Man Parrish,
Gichy Dan,
Minny Pops,
The Count Five,
The Seeds,
Dawn Penn,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Residents,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skaos,
Roger Hodgson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stiv Bators,
Quando Quango,
Pagans,
David Bowie,
Ultimate Spinach,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eddi Front,
Yellowson,
Animal Collective,
Loose Ends,
John Cale,
Marine Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arcadia,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.