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 Monaco and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Lightning Bolt to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Monolake,
Sister Nancy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Evens,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pussy Galore,
Neu!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eddi Front,
Soft Cell,
Roxette,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camouflage,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-Ray Spex,
Nick Fraelich,
Erasure,
The Monochrome Set,
Hasil Adkins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
June of 44,
The Beau Brummels,
Scion,
Grandmaster Flash,
Trumans Water,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lightning Bolt,
Terry Callier,
Radiopuhelimet,
CMW,
Shoche,
Minnie Riperton,
Howard Jones,
the Association,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Freddie Wadling,
Drexciya,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tears for Fears,
Funkadelic,
Al Stewart,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric Dolphy,
World's Most,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Public Image Ltd.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fire Engines,
ABC,
Can,
Goldenarms,
Soulsonic Force,
Sam Rivers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rufus Thomas,
Animal Collective,
Zapp,
Mr. Review,
Little Man,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
UT,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.