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 Pakistan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Von Mondo to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Slick Rick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Modern Lovers,
Excepter,
The Blues Magoos,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun City Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
The Victims,
Gang of Four,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Von Mondo,
MDC,
Country Teasers,
Joe Finger,
Dave Gahan,
Technova,
The Vogues,
Bob Dylan,
Adolescents,
Eve St. Jones,
The Human League,
Joyce Sims,
The Doobie Brothers,
JFA,
Monks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Theoretical Girls,
The Residents,
Parry Music,
AZ,
Charles Mingus,
The Remains,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arcadia,
The Neon Judgement,
Royal Trux,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eden Ahbez,
Maurizio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
China Crisis,
David Axelrod,
Sugar Minott,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rakim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Au Pairs,
Bill Near,
The Slackers,
A Certain Ratio,
Crooked Eye,
Inner City,
The Black Dice,
The Birthday Party,
Todd Terry,
kango's stein massive,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.