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 Tunisia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Human League to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
James White and The Blacks,
Pierre Henry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Wyatt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacques Brel,
The Stooges,
Moss Icon,
Minnie Riperton,
Byron Stingily,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rapeman,
Harmonia,
Mark Hollis,
Stereo Dub,
Amon Düül,
Main Source,
Aloha Tigers,
Tears for Fears,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Bar-Kays,
The Moody Blues,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dual Sessions,
John Holt,
Marvin Gaye,
The Offenders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New Age Steppers,
Motorama,
Amazonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jandek,
In Retrospect,
the Germs,
48th St. Collective,
Ronan,
Crooked Eye,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thompson Twins,
Prince Buster,
Sight & Sound,
The Techniques,
Unwound,
Brothers Johnson,
Siglo XX,
Iggy Pop,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Gang Dance,
Josef K,
JFA,
Shoche,
Delon & Dalcan,
Faraquet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Babytalk,
Tomorrow,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.