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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Donald Fagen 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 Astoria.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Second Layer,
Technova,
Magma,
Altered Images,
Max Romeo,
Heaven 17,
The Young Rascals,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang of Four,
Urselle,
Television,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Erasure,
Y Pants,
Bang On A Can,
The Buckinghams,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cymande,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bluetip,
Schoolly D,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blake Baxter,
Alphaville,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chris & Cosey,
Pylon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pantytec,
Bill Wells,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Spandau Ballet,
Index,
Barbara Tucker,
Joe Finger,
Easy Going,
Crispy Ambulance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amon Düül II,
The Barracudas,
Whodini,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Derrick Morgan,
Josef K,
Todd Terry,
Livin' Joy,
Traffic Nightmare,
a-ha,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Sherman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rakim,
Nils Olav,
Zapp,
Mandrill,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Pus,
Model 500,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.