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 Malaysia and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the jazz 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
The Saints,
The United States of America,
Joy Division,
Black Flag,
Mars,
Ponytail,
John Cale,
Interpol,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Association,
Jacob Miller,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skriet,
The Knickerbockers,
DJ Sneak,
Deepchord,
The Happenings,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jesper Dahlback,
Newcleus,
Visage,
Camberwell Now,
Index,
Aloha Tigers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Swans,
Isaac Hayes,
Theoretical Girls,
ABC,
Archie Shepp,
Hasil Adkins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dark Day,
Icehouse,
Quando Quango,
Chrome,
Scrapy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eli Mardock,
Byron Stingily,
Derrick May,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Leaves,
Chris & Cosey,
Wally Richardson,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Hood,
New Age Steppers,
48th St. Collective,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Television,
Rotary Connection,
China Crisis,
Porter Ricks,
Faust,
a-ha,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Parry Music,
Althea and Donna,
Eddi Front,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.