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 Syria and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Tommy Roe to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Freddie Wadling,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jandek,
Sex Pistols,
Piero Umiliani,
Ornette Coleman,
B.T. Express,
The Knickerbockers,
Rapeman,
Deakin,
The Wake,
Warsaw,
Skarface,
Intrusion,
Graham Central Station,
Arab on Radar,
The Star Department,
Nico,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fall,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wings,
Little Man,
EPMD,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deadbeat,
Skaos,
Kaleidoscope,
Nas,
Ohio Players,
The Fugs,
Delon & Dalcan,
MC5,
The Moleskins,
The Zeros,
The Young Rascals,
Trumans Water,
Anthony Braxton,
Khruangbin,
Eddi Front,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pierre Henry,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Bananas,
David Bowie,
Marc Almond,
The Victims,
Tim Buckley,
John Cale,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Second Layer,
The Standells,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric Copeland,
Maurizio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dennis Brown,
Joey Negro,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Niagra,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.