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 Morocco and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Sandy B to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minor Threat,
Harmonia,
Neu!,
Angry Samoans,
Maurizio,
Masters at Work,
The Angels of Light,
Schoolly D,
Severed Heads,
T. Rex,
Bauhaus,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Stooges,
Pole,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dirtbombs,
Tomorrow,
Joensuu 1685,
The Smiths,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Sheep,
Rhythm & Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Freddie Wadling,
Roxy Music,
Grey Daturas,
Chrome,
Motorama,
The Victims,
Warren Ellis,
The Moody Blues,
Nico,
H. Thieme,
Flipper,
Deakin,
Avey Tare,
The American Breed,
Flash Fearless,
Lucky Dragons,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sound,
Section 25,
Royal Trux,
Heaven 17,
Nirvana,
The Pretty Things,
Essential Logic,
Gang of Four,
The Toasters,
Eddi Front,
Warsaw,
Sex Pistols,
Anakelly,
The Doors,
Harpers Bizarre,
Charles Mingus,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.