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 Denmark and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 PIL to the electroclash 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Janne Schatter,
Spandau Ballet,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter & Gordon,
Maurizio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gichy Dan,
Unrelated Segments,
Eve St. Jones,
Massinfluence,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arcadia,
Harry Pussy,
Qualms,
Tim Buckley,
CMW,
The Remains,
Underground Resistance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barrington Levy,
David Axelrod,
Skriet,
Tommy Roe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Magazine,
Hashim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rosa Yemen,
Rites of Spring,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fad Gadget,
Ultra Naté,
Gong,
Kas Product,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Grass Roots,
Fugazi,
Can,
Minnie Riperton,
MDC,
Archie Shepp,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mars,
Pylon,
Mr. Review,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Swell Maps,
Organ,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amazonics,
Blancmange,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hoover,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Moleskins,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.