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 Libya and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jeff Mills to the jazz 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Reagan Youth,
Bush Tetras,
Maleditus Sound,
Minny Pops,
Radiopuhelimet,
Albert Ayler,
Moss Icon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deadbeat,
Hot Snakes,
The Smoke,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lucky Dragons,
Erykah Badu,
Davy DMX,
the Association,
The Happenings,
The Real Kids,
Lightning Bolt,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Sonics,
Sparks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jandek,
Neu!,
Roxette,
Jeff Mills,
X-Ray Spex,
The Associates,
Kayak,
Moby Grape,
Lower 48,
Roxy Music,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Delon & Dalcan,
These Immortal Souls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bauhaus,
Danielle Patucci,
June Days,
Ronan,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tom Boy,
Depeche Mode,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Monks,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Velvet Underground,
The Motions,
Scan 7,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.