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 Guyana and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Bush Tetras to the techno 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
The Divine Comedy,
Parry Music,
Kayak,
Tom Boy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stereo Dub,
The Fire Engines,
The Durutti Column,
Fear,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sonics,
Von Mondo,
Roy Ayers,
Glenn Branca,
Porter Ricks,
Darondo,
Bobby Sherman,
Quando Quango,
Boogie Down Productions,
Outsiders,
Bobby Byrd,
Minor Threat,
The Fortunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bang On A Can,
Ultra Naté,
Technova,
Terrestrial Tones,
Todd Terry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scientists,
Niagra,
Zero Boys,
John Cale,
Essential Logic,
Agitation Free,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Livin' Joy,
Pussy Galore,
Althea and Donna,
Amon Düül II,
EPMD,
Joyce Sims,
Bill Wells,
New York Dolls,
Rotary Connection,
Little Man,
Q and Not U,
Urselle,
Basic Channel,
Magma,
The Music Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arab on Radar,
The Standells,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Monks,
Tubeway Army,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bob Dylan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
K-Klass,
Sight & Sound,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.