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 Lebanon and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Amon Düül to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Banda Bassotti,
Can,
Lucky Dragons,
Yellowson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mantronix,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pulsallama,
Organ,
Eden Ahbez,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joey Negro,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Toasters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Patti Smith,
Altered Images,
the Slits,
Lou Christie,
John Coltrane,
Mission of Burma,
Lower 48,
Black Bananas,
Jawbox,
48th St. Collective,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Gang Dance,
AZ,
The Fall,
Marmalade,
Sun Ra,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultra Naté,
Clear Light,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Black Dice,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gong,
The Invisible,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soft Cell,
Depeche Mode,
Funky Four + One,
The Motions,
Oblivians,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Neon Judgement,
R.M.O.,
Heaven 17,
Animal Collective,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fugs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Monks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chris Corsano,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.