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 Netherlands and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Harmonia to the techno 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Excepter,
Yaz,
This Heat,
Minnie Riperton,
Can,
Masters at Work,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stiv Bators,
Lungfish,
John Holt,
Half Japanese,
Sam Rivers,
Heaven 17,
Fugazi,
Faust,
Robert Hood,
Charles Mingus,
Chrome,
Marvin Gaye,
Basic Channel,
Johnny Clarke,
Joy Division,
Jawbox,
Subhumans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Real Kids,
Bauhaus,
Yusef Lateef,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Saints,
Unrelated Segments,
Buzzcocks,
Kayak,
The Vogues,
Mark Hollis,
Mantronix,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott Heron,
World's Most,
Henry Cow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Maleditus Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skarface,
Duran Duran,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Monolake,
Camouflage,
La Düsseldorf,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jandek,
The United States of America,
Skriet,
Siglo XX,
Quando Quango,
The Names,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.