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 Tuvalu and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
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 theremin 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 Todd Rundgren to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wings,
Scan 7,
Aural Exciters,
The Litter,
Junior Murvin,
Silicon Teens,
The Moody Blues,
the Slits,
Underground Resistance,
Desert Stars,
Darondo,
Henry Cow,
Mantronix,
X-101,
Ohio Players,
The Sonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Holt,
Unrelated Segments,
The Monochrome Set,
Arthur Verocai,
Kas Product,
The Five Americans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
U.S. Maple,
Donald Byrd,
Pet Shop Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Second Layer,
Bob Dylan,
Easy Going,
Fear,
The Busters,
Oblivians,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gap Band,
John Cale,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wire,
Janne Schatter,
Faraquet,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Lynne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric Copeland,
Peter and Kerry,
Cameo,
Sarah Menescal,
Severed Heads,
Metal Thangz,
Faust,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Main Source,
UT,
Masters at Work,
The Techniques,
the Bar-Kays,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.