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 Sudan and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Ornette Coleman to the grime 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Invisible,
The Smoke,
Laurel Aitken,
Pet Shop Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Throbbing Gristle,
Technova,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Organ,
Gichy Dan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nik Kershaw,
Altered Images,
Bill Near,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Byrd,
John Cale,
Desert Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Qualms,
The Monochrome Set,
Los Fastidios,
John Coltrane,
John Foxx,
Chris Corsano,
Crooked Eye,
Radiohead,
Ornette Coleman,
The New Christs,
Aswad,
Skriet,
Clear Light,
Soulsonic Force,
Goldenarms,
Al Stewart,
Mary Jane Girls,
Outsiders,
Vainqueur,
Ultimate Spinach,
Idris Muhammad,
Can,
Young Marble Giants,
Depeche Mode,
Country Teasers,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mark Hollis,
The Count Five,
Juan Atkins,
Saccharine Trust,
Mission of Burma,
Gang of Four,
the Human League,
Eric Dolphy,
Pole,
Sarah Menescal,
Dennis Brown,
Pagans,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.