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 Armenia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Jacques Brel to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Sherman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sixth Finger,
Yazoo,
Zero Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
The Trojans,
Cecil Taylor,
X-102,
The American Breed,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun Ra,
Khruangbin,
Kayak,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Letta Mbulu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Warren Ellis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bush Tetras,
D'Angelo,
Silicon Teens,
Trumans Water,
Tears for Fears,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kurtis Blow,
Quantec,
Todd Terry,
Ronnie Foster,
Swell Maps,
The Fortunes,
Sun City Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Electric Prunes,
Rufus Thomas,
Flipper,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sound,
Fear,
Pierre Henry,
Scion,
The Selecter,
The Names,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
One Last Wish,
Jawbox,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Interpol,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.