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 Monaco and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Depeche Mode to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Sonic Youth,
The Mummies,
Robert Wyatt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Au Pairs,
The Young Rascals,
The New Christs,
Animal Collective,
The Remains,
E-Dancer,
UT,
Warren Ellis,
KRS-One,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Davy DMX,
Flash Fearless,
Camberwell Now,
Jawbox,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Pop Group,
The Moody Blues,
Arthur Verocai,
Fat Boys,
Monks,
Robert Hood,
Nico,
Ronnie Foster,
Interpol,
Mantronix,
Bad Manners,
Ludus,
Scan 7,
Dennis Brown,
Pantaleimon,
the Sonics,
Lower 48,
ABC,
Oblivians,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mark Hollis,
Bill Wells,
Franke,
Spoonie Gee,
Fugazi,
Bobby Byrd,
Crooked Eye,
Laurel Aitken,
EPMD,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lalann,
Isaac Hayes,
This Heat,
Japan,
Yellowson,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Christie,
Rotary Connection,
The Star Department,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.