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 Australia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Camouflage to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Jawbox,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Youth Brigade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joy Division,
Monks,
The Gories,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Red Krayola,
Byron Stingily,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Sparks,
Moebius,
Blancmange,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jacob Miller,
The Electric Prunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Donny Hathaway,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pussy Galore,
Wolf Eyes,
Jerry's Kids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kenny Larkin,
Dual Sessions,
Ludus,
Bobby Sherman,
Hasil Adkins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arab on Radar,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rod Modell,
The Pop Group,
Bill Near,
Aaron Thompson,
Crash Course in Science,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nation of Ulysses,
Graham Central Station,
Yaz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ralphi Rosario,
Zapp,
U.S. Maple,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Glenn Branca,
Bad Manners,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultravox,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moss Icon,
Mark Hollis,
Fugazi,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Germs,
Henry Cow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.