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 Colombia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Youth Brigade to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Franke,
Rotary Connection,
Rod Modell,
Eric Dolphy,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Doobie Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
Visage,
Half Japanese,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tubeway Army,
Lalann,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stiv Bators,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ronan,
AZ,
Warren Ellis,
Heaven 17,
Eve St. Jones,
Smog,
Yaz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Niagra,
Tom Boy,
Magazine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Saints,
Laurel Aitken,
Mad Mike,
Stetsasonic,
Dark Day,
Suicide,
Warsaw,
Lucky Dragons,
Moebius,
The Martian,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Spoonie Gee,
Don Cherry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hot Snakes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Shoche,
Jandek,
R.M.O.,
Blancmange,
The Gladiators,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tommy Roe,
Procol Harum,
Slick Rick,
Mark Hollis,
Joey Negro,
The Evens,
Basic Channel,
Isaac Hayes,
Bush Tetras,
Josef K,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.