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 Tanzania and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 La Düsseldorf to the crunk 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
8 Eyed Spy,
Maleditus Sound,
Colin Newman,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Leaves,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bronski Beat,
Nick Fraelich,
The Raincoats,
Scion,
Easy Going,
The Gun Club,
Massinfluence,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Cale,
Bang On A Can,
Dave Gahan,
Yazoo,
Symarip,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Associates,
Judy Mowatt,
Neu!,
The Human League,
The Blues Magoos,
Cal Tjader,
The Modern Lovers,
Kayak,
The Fugs,
Ornette Coleman,
Marmalade,
The Knickerbockers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Association,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sound,
The Smiths,
DNA,
June Days,
Kevin Saunderson,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Index,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Electric Prunes,
The Zeros,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bad Manners,
Stetsasonic,
Crooked Eye,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Offenders,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joe Smooth,
Malaria!,
Patti Smith,
China Crisis,
Camouflage,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.