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 Russia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Skarface to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Vogues,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hot Snakes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Funkadelic,
Can,
Cybotron,
Mark Hollis,
The Durutti Column,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sparks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Bananas,
Moss Icon,
Camberwell Now,
Soul II Soul,
Dead Boys,
The Human League,
Model 500,
Heaven 17,
Echospace,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wally Richardson,
John Lydon,
Black Sheep,
Lungfish,
The J.B.'s,
cv313,
The Birthday Party,
World's Most,
Anthony Braxton,
Skaos,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aaron Thompson,
Colin Newman,
Minutemen,
Quantec,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
Crime,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Doors,
Grauzone,
Boredoms,
The United States of America,
UT,
Marshall Jefferson,
Junior Murvin,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Flag,
Bob Dylan,
Rufus Thomas,
A Certain Ratio,
Roy Ayers,
Byron Stingily,
the Association,
Crispy Ambulance,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nils Olav,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.