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 Bahamas and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lou Reed to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Hasil Adkins,
Duran Duran,
Minor Threat,
Deepchord,
The Evens,
Cameo,
Barrington Levy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Talk Talk,
Visage,
Matthew Bourne,
Dave Gahan,
Aswad,
The Gap Band,
Al Stewart,
Intrusion,
Organ,
Dead Boys,
The Cramps,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Faraquet,
Boz Scaggs,
the Association,
Roy Ayers,
Guru Guru,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Barracudas,
John Cale,
Leonard Cohen,
Mo-Dettes,
Rapeman,
Japan,
the Human League,
Nils Olav,
Scan 7,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fad Gadget,
Thee Headcoats,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scott Walker,
The Standells,
Hardrive,
Arcadia,
The Monochrome Set,
Yazoo,
cv313,
Anakelly,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kas Product,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lalann,
L. Decosne,
Dawn Penn,
Bush Tetras,
Liliput,
Youth Brigade,
Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Saints,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.