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 Mauritius and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Silicon Teens to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Michelle Simonal,
Sister Nancy,
Bill Near,
Massinfluence,
Peter and Kerry,
Magma,
Das Ding,
John Cale,
U.S. Maple,
Marmalade,
The Sonics,
The Zeros,
The Fall,
Monolake,
Dead Boys,
Cymande,
Nico,
Sex Pistols,
Wings,
The Slits,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soft Machine,
Guru Guru,
Vainqueur,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Modern Lovers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Byrd,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The New Christs,
Ultra Naté,
The Last Poets,
Althea and Donna,
Lindisfarne,
Cecil Taylor,
Can,
Mr. Review,
F. McDonald,
Deakin,
Joensuu 1685,
Brothers Johnson,
Whodini,
Icehouse,
E-Dancer,
8 Eyed Spy,
Easy Going,
the Human League,
Amon Düül,
X-101,
Country Teasers,
The Raincoats,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gong,
Carl Craig,
Black Flag,
Siglo XX,
Cheater Slicks,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.