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 Samoa and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Bill Wells to the electroclash 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Judy Mowatt,
Cymande,
Barrington Levy,
Pere Ubu,
The Fire Engines,
Motorama,
Nation of Ulysses,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chris & Cosey,
Yellowson,
Jerry's Kids,
Johnny Osbourne,
Iggy Pop,
Cybotron,
Dave Gahan,
John Cale,
Ossler,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Technova,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Byrd,
Cameo,
Sugar Minott,
The Walker Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Kayak,
The Raincoats,
Drexciya,
Camouflage,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Suicide,
The Neon Judgement,
The Birthday Party,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bootsy Collins,
Ponytail,
Lungfish,
Youth Brigade,
Grauzone,
Neu!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Organ,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nick Fraelich,
Franke,
The Durutti Column,
Dual Sessions,
Popol Vuh,
Q65,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bill Wells,
Lightning Bolt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jacob Miller,
Goldenarms,
Lalo Schifrin,
AZ,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.