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 Korea North and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin 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 Morten Harket to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Ludus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Half Japanese,
Television Personalities,
Vainqueur,
The J.B.'s,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed,
Make Up,
The Black Dice,
Tears for Fears,
Public Enemy,
Massinfluence,
Lungfish,
MDC,
Oneida,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Visage,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Audionom,
Goldenarms,
the Soft Cell,
Jeff Lynne,
Scott Walker,
Toni Rubio,
The Blackbyrds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Malaria!,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Wyatt,
Dead Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Rod Modell,
Joyce Sims,
Moby Grape,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Derrick Morgan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sex Pistols,
Angry Samoans,
Sarah Menescal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quantec,
Basic Channel,
R.M.O.,
Los Fastidios,
Peter & Gordon,
John Lydon,
The Remains,
The Techniques,
Black Bananas,
Spoonie Gee,
Prince Buster,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camberwell Now,
James White and The Blacks,
Procol Harum,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.