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 Gabon and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Sixth Finger 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Johnny Clarke,
Pierre Henry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blancmange,
The Star Department,
Laurel Aitken,
Flash Fearless,
Monolake,
The Kinks,
PIL,
The Cure,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sällskapet,
Radio Birdman,
The Mojo Men,
The Toasters,
Nik Kershaw,
Letta Mbulu,
Rhythm & Sound,
cv313,
Black Sheep,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Moody Blues,
Mission of Burma,
Andrew Hill,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Moleskins,
The Standells,
Delta 5,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Glambeats Corp.,
New Age Steppers,
Index,
Matthew Bourne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Reuben Wilson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yaz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bob Dylan,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fire Engines,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lightning Bolt,
Dual Sessions,
Brick,
Yusef Lateef,
Average White Band,
Pussy Galore,
The Victims,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arab on Radar,
Jawbox,
Amon Düül II,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Drexciya,
Amon Düül,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.