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 Argentina and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
The Invisible,
Marc Almond,
Hasil Adkins,
Joyce Sims,
Erasure,
Lightning Bolt,
Zero Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Hardrive,
Prince Buster,
PIL,
The Blues Magoos,
Mantronix,
The Music Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Outsiders,
The Zeros,
Delta 5,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wasted Youth,
Massinfluence,
Sound Behaviour,
Pantytec,
Yazoo,
Shoche,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Suburban Knight,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Barracudas,
AZ,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marine Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Interpol,
Agitation Free,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeff Lynne,
Metal Thangz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blake Baxter,
Parry Music,
China Crisis,
Spandau Ballet,
Tommy Roe,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gladiators,
Hot Snakes,
Pierre Henry,
JFA,
Darondo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Slave,
Circle Jerks,
David Bowie,
Black Moon,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Foxx,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Bar-Kays,
MC5,
The New Christs,
L. Decosne,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.