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 Equatorial Guinea and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 The Durutti Column to the rap 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
World's Most,
Sällskapet,
Gang Green,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David McCallum,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Spandau Ballet,
Unrelated Segments,
Bush Tetras,
Dawn Penn,
Suicide,
Glambeats Corp.,
Excepter,
Zero Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Niagra,
Tres Demented,
Grauzone,
One Last Wish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soft Machine,
Intrusion,
Jesper Dahlback,
Man Eating Sloth,
Desert Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Normal,
Rotary Connection,
Sight & Sound,
Todd Terry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roxette,
Cybotron,
Dual Sessions,
Blossom Toes,
Warsaw,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
June Days,
Soulsonic Force,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tubeway Army,
Deepchord,
Porter Ricks,
Brass Construction,
Mr. Review,
Rapeman,
Hot Snakes,
The Kinks,
Sonny Sharrock,
cv313,
Heaven 17,
Con Funk Shun,
Albert Ayler,
Donald Byrd,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Real Kids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.