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 Belarus and from London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Hoover to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Infiniti,
Judy Mowatt,
Tears for Fears,
Mandrill,
the Normal,
The Moody Blues,
CMW,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soft Cell,
Carl Craig,
The Fire Engines,
Sound Behaviour,
Letta Mbulu,
Brass Construction,
Panda Bear,
Model 500,
Guru Guru,
The Move,
Black Moon,
Ponytail,
Cybotron,
Nik Kershaw,
Deepchord,
Janne Schatter,
Radio Birdman,
Junior Murvin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Motorama,
The Cramps,
Gong,
Rosa Yemen,
Newcleus,
Fear,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Juan Atkins,
One Last Wish,
Hashim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Faust,
Patti Smith,
Bill Near,
the Bar-Kays,
Brothers Johnson,
Mark Hollis,
Graham Central Station,
Lyres,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Swans,
Quando Quango,
the Sonics,
Bobby Sherman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gabor Szabo,
Tubeway Army,
La Düsseldorf,
Quantec,
MDC,
Oneida,
Sarah Menescal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.