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 Haiti and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 The Divine Comedy to the rock 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Ten City,
Throbbing Gristle,
Niagra,
Donald Byrd,
Camberwell Now,
One Last Wish,
Buzzcocks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Saints,
Joe Smooth,
a-ha,
Accadde A,
Sugar Minott,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fire Engines,
New Order,
The Knickerbockers,
CMW,
Q and Not U,
The Searchers,
Fela Kuti,
Grey Daturas,
Audionom,
Soft Cell,
Stockholm Monsters,
LL Cool J,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Invisible,
Rod Modell,
the Soft Cell,
B.T. Express,
Dead Boys,
Fear,
Fugazi,
Pantytec,
Robert Görl,
Max Romeo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Easy Going,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fugs,
Crash Course in Science,
John Foxx,
Tres Demented,
Kayak,
The Barracudas,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Index,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Green,
In Retrospect,
Shoche,
R.M.O.,
Amazonics,
Arcadia,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.