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 Benin and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Magazine to the funk 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Spoonie Gee,
Outsiders,
Gabor Szabo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Carl Craig,
The Skatalites,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Green,
Buzzcocks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amon Düül II,
The Toasters,
Grey Daturas,
The Standells,
Neu!,
Yaz,
Skarface,
The Gun Club,
June of 44,
Fugazi,
Little Man,
Nils Olav,
The Fire Engines,
Pantytec,
Black Flag,
Sandy B,
New Order,
Faust,
The Zeros,
Scratch Acid,
Echospace,
The Evens,
The Knickerbockers,
These Immortal Souls,
The Wake,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
June Days,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fatback Band,
Scion,
Nik Kershaw,
Scrapy,
Banda Bassotti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rod Modell,
Simply Red,
The Cure,
Alison Limerick,
Television Personalities,
Stetsasonic,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Blackbyrds,
La Düsseldorf,
Crispy Ambulance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Durutti Column,
Byron Stingily,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.