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 San Marino and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
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 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 David Bowie 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 Leonard Cohen to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Wyatt,
Thompson Twins,
Warren Ellis,
Half Japanese,
Joy Division,
The Residents,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brothers Johnson,
Man Parrish,
Davy DMX,
Kaleidoscope,
Public Image Ltd.,
Agent Orange,
Royal Trux,
MC5,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Patti Smith,
Second Layer,
Mission of Burma,
Gichy Dan,
Barrington Levy,
JFA,
Shuggie Otis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Make Up,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Five Americans,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cure,
Vainqueur,
Banda Bassotti,
The Evens,
Ultra Naté,
Symarip,
The Knickerbockers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tubeway Army,
Buzzcocks,
Jandek,
The Young Rascals,
Motorama,
T.S.O.L.,
Funkadelic,
Das Ding,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Happenings,
The Mojo Men,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Section 25,
Ornette Coleman,
The Leaves,
Crash Course in Science,
Blake Baxter,
Carl Craig,
Tres Demented,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Green,
Iggy Pop,
Kayak,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.