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 Iceland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 X-Ray Spex 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gun Club,
Blake Baxter,
Ultra Naté,
ABC,
Erykah Badu,
R.M.O.,
Laurel Aitken,
Rod Modell,
The Stooges,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rites of Spring,
The Kinks,
The Motions,
The Saints,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fall,
The Count Five,
Harry Pussy,
Eddi Front,
Barrington Levy,
The New Christs,
Byron Stingily,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soul II Soul,
Faust,
Kayak,
Sister Nancy,
The Raincoats,
EPMD,
OOIOO,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Smiths,
Wire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Intrusion,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kenny Larkin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Popol Vuh,
Joey Negro,
Mo-Dettes,
the Swans,
Accadde A,
Japan,
Royal Trux,
Dave Gahan,
Spoonie Gee,
The Leaves,
The Flesh Eaters,
Agent Orange,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wings,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pierre Henry,
Pere Ubu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fela Kuti,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.