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 Sri Lanka and from New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Glenn Branca to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Saccharine Trust,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Danielle Patucci,
Barry Ungar,
Los Fastidios,
Bootsy Collins,
Eli Mardock,
The Invisible,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jacob Miller,
Amon Düül,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Soulsonic Force,
Derrick May,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Henry Cow,
Quando Quango,
Bob Dylan,
Magazine,
The Pretty Things,
Ossler,
DJ Style,
Maurizio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mojo Men,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Matthew Bourne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Suicide,
The Count Five,
John Lydon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bizarre Inc.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Niagra,
Moebius,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kayak,
Todd Terry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nik Kershaw,
James White and The Blacks,
Kas Product,
Icehouse,
The Sonics,
Audionom,
Slick Rick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fatback Band,
The Gun Club,
The Busters,
Camberwell Now,
L. Decosne,
Popol Vuh,
World's Most,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.