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 Monaco and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Desert Stars to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 rhodes and a theremin 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
The Leaves,
Donald Byrd,
Flash Fearless,
Infiniti,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amon Düül,
Scan 7,
The Count Five,
The Smiths,
The Wake,
The Smoke,
Cecil Taylor,
The Barracudas,
Jandek,
Rekid,
Ornette Coleman,
the Sonics,
The Fuzztones,
Rosa Yemen,
JFA,
Thee Headcoats,
Unwound,
The Fugs,
New Order,
Zero Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nils Olav,
the Slits,
Lyres,
Fugazi,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Offenders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mission of Burma,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cowsills,
Ken Boothe,
Radio Birdman,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pylon,
Peter & Gordon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Michelle Simonal,
Fad Gadget,
Swans,
Icehouse,
Brand Nubian,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Faraquet,
the Swans,
Index,
Grey Daturas,
Aaron Thompson,
Outsiders,
Circle Jerks,
The Modern Lovers,
Sparks,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.