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 India and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Boredoms to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
The Selecter,
Outsiders,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mummies,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deakin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ituana,
Masters at Work,
D'Angelo,
Suicide,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Fania All-Stars,
Parry Music,
Bob Dylan,
Index,
The Cowsills,
The Zeros,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
10cc,
Magazine,
Ultra Naté,
Q and Not U,
The Victims,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare,
The Gun Club,
Big Daddy Kane,
Essential Logic,
Eve St. Jones,
Guru Guru,
Radiohead,
Fat Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Banda Bassotti,
Blake Baxter,
The Gories,
Joe Finger,
Bang On A Can,
Nirvana,
Angry Samoans,
Mark Hollis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Janne Schatter,
Duran Duran,
The Invisible,
The Doors,
Brick,
Gong,
T.S.O.L.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fear,
The Smiths,
Yellowson,
Amon Düül II,
Accadde A,
Blancmange,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ponytail,
Nik Kershaw,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.