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 Guatemala and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Laurel Aitken to the electroclash 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Archie Shepp,
Drive Like Jehu,
In Retrospect,
Faust,
Sight & Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Count Five,
Interpol,
Von Mondo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric Copeland,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cecil Taylor,
Organ,
Sister Nancy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Iggy Pop,
Can,
Parry Music,
Unrelated Segments,
Eli Mardock,
Kaleidoscope,
Technova,
Connie Case,
Desert Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Associates,
Model 500,
Intrusion,
David McCallum,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hot Snakes,
Oblivians,
Depeche Mode,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Man Parrish,
Pantaleimon,
Thompson Twins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter & Gordon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sparks,
Albert Ayler,
Sixth Finger,
Sam Rivers,
Schoolly D,
Joey Negro,
Dave Gahan,
Clear Light,
Neil Young,
Prince Buster,
Bob Dylan,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-102,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Letta Mbulu,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.