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 Brunei and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Drexciya to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fall,
Fat Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
World's Most,
The Neon Judgement,
Fluxion,
Moebius,
Erasure,
Cal Tjader,
Susan Cadogan,
Barbara Tucker,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gichy Dan,
Fugazi,
The Dirtbombs,
Moss Icon,
Chris & Cosey,
Clear Light,
Scion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grey Daturas,
Reagan Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Y Pants,
Dual Sessions,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Sherman,
Laurel Aitken,
Slick Rick,
Cameo,
KRS-One,
Flash Fearless,
Rites of Spring,
The Moody Blues,
Wings,
Monolake,
the Slits,
10cc,
Ice-T,
Alison Limerick,
LL Cool J,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
A Certain Ratio,
The New Christs,
Don Cherry,
Section 25,
Eden Ahbez,
Sparks,
Neu!,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bang On A Can,
Agent Orange,
Harry Pussy,
Yusef Lateef,
Mo-Dettes,
Quando Quango,
Black Pus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Hood,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.