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 Oman and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Albert Ayler to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minor Threat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
K-Klass,
Ituana,
Camouflage,
Soul Sonic Force,
Parry Music,
JFA,
Roy Ayers,
Joe Smooth,
Iggy Pop,
Minnie Riperton,
Bill Wells,
Wings,
Sight & Sound,
Duran Duran,
Unrelated Segments,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Model 500,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Divine Comedy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cluster,
Eric Copeland,
the Normal,
Tubeway Army,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moebius,
Rosa Yemen,
Suicide,
Blancmange,
The Slackers,
Ultravox,
Roxette,
In Retrospect,
Charles Mingus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Unwound,
Black Flag,
Faust,
Godley & Creme,
Peter and Kerry,
Albert Ayler,
Circle Jerks,
EPMD,
Colin Newman,
Fela Kuti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pagans,
Rekid,
the Slits,
Mantronix,
LL Cool J,
Warsaw,
The Happenings,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.