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 Fiji and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 The Techniques to the dance 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vainqueur,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kaleidoscope,
Motorama,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Raincoats,
Mad Mike,
The Victims,
The Misunderstood,
Stiv Bators,
Rosa Yemen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Don Cherry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Faraquet,
Piero Umiliani,
Man Parrish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun Ra,
Camouflage,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deepchord,
Darondo,
Slave,
Sam Rivers,
The Five Americans,
Grey Daturas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vladislav Delay,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Hood,
The Gun Club,
Maurizio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Electric Prunes,
Anthony Braxton,
The Remains,
The Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash,
Malaria!,
Derrick Morgan,
The United States of America,
This Heat,
Jeff Mills,
Massinfluence,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bill Wells,
The Saints,
the Sonics,
Black Flag,
A Flock of Seagulls,
PIL,
The Moody Blues,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Josef K,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Saccharine Trust,
Aswad,
The Motions,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.