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 Comoros and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bob Dylan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Jandek,
L. Decosne,
Jeff Lynne,
Public Enemy,
The Modern Lovers,
Sparks,
Black Bananas,
Grey Daturas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bauhaus,
Blossom Toes,
The Slits,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Swans,
Andrew Hill,
Television,
Matthew Bourne,
Pulsallama,
Susan Cadogan,
The Motions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
R.M.O.,
Camouflage,
The Standells,
The Misunderstood,
Brothers Johnson,
Marc Almond,
Bluetip,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Silicon Teens,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare,
Circle Jerks,
Mission of Burma,
Gastr Del Sol,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grandmaster Flash,
a-ha,
Trumans Water,
Reuben Wilson,
The Searchers,
Organ,
One Last Wish,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Raincoats,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sixth Finger,
Zero Boys,
Q65,
Barbara Tucker,
Juan Atkins,
Sex Pistols,
Prince Buster,
Dennis Brown,
Eddi Front,
New Age Steppers,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Cale,
Country Teasers,
Television Personalities,
Bush Tetras,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.