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 Mongolia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Suicide to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
The Red Krayola,
Magma,
Pylon,
Lucky Dragons,
Thee Headcoats,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mandrill,
The Star Department,
Nils Olav,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crime,
Letta Mbulu,
The Searchers,
Moebius,
Wire,
Adolescents,
Symarip,
Patti Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Iggy Pop,
Camouflage,
Newcleus,
The Tremeloes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yazoo,
The Fugs,
Stereo Dub,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
10cc,
Wally Richardson,
The Monochrome Set,
Livin' Joy,
Infiniti,
Harry Pussy,
The Five Americans,
Soft Cell,
Kurtis Blow,
Quantec,
Swell Maps,
Nik Kershaw,
Minutemen,
Mr. Review,
The Fall,
the Soft Cell,
the Sonics,
Funky Four + One,
Wolf Eyes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kerrie Biddell,
Godley & Creme,
Bang On A Can,
Oneida,
Young Marble Giants,
Rites of Spring,
Mark Hollis,
Audionom,
Sam Rivers,
Eli Mardock,
The Toasters,
Bush Tetras,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.