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 Tanzania 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Victims to the dance 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mr. Review,
Section 25,
Subhumans,
PIL,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bang On A Can,
Thee Headcoats,
U.S. Maple,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Selecter,
Eddi Front,
Parry Music,
The Kinks,
The Electric Prunes,
Shoche,
The Evens,
Rites of Spring,
Ituana,
Juan Atkins,
H. Thieme,
Drive Like Jehu,
KRS-One,
Alice Coltrane,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Trojans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Interpol,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kurtis Blow,
The Grass Roots,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kaleidoscope,
Man Eating Sloth,
Surgeon,
Black Sheep,
DNA,
cv313,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Qualms,
Prince Buster,
kango's stein massive,
Eli Mardock,
The Offenders,
Scratch Acid,
Moby Grape,
James White and The Blacks,
The Residents,
Freddie Wadling,
Electric Prunes,
Model 500,
The Golliwogs,
Guru Guru,
Fad Gadget,
Nico,
Ossler,
Jacques Brel,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.