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 Madagascar and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 II to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Lalann,
Quantec,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Warsaw,
Chrome,
Visage,
The Blackbyrds,
Marvin Gaye,
Glenn Branca,
a-ha,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arcadia,
Stiv Bators,
Zapp,
The Shadows of Knight,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Prince Buster,
Lakeside,
Eric Dolphy,
Faraquet,
Animal Collective,
Das Ding,
Sixth Finger,
Camouflage,
Public Image Ltd.,
Model 500,
Pulsallama,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Charles Mingus,
Pagans,
Roxette,
Gang of Four,
Wings,
John Foxx,
Ultra Naté,
Henry Cow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lower 48,
Minor Threat,
Gichy Dan,
Underground Resistance,
Roger Hodgson,
DJ Sneak,
Yellowson,
the Slits,
Ponytail,
Eve St. Jones,
The Standells,
Jandek,
Scrapy,
Cecil Taylor,
Stetsasonic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Niagra,
Sound Behaviour,
Deadbeat,
Severed Heads,
Goldenarms,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.