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 Korea North and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Fat Boys to the punk 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Mo-Dettes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eurythmics,
The Slits,
Robert Hood,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Japan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeff Mills,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Standells,
a-ha,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Saints,
Whodini,
Intrusion,
DJ Sneak,
Oblivians,
Fat Boys,
Blancmange,
Blake Baxter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lakeside,
Au Pairs,
Royal Trux,
Charles Mingus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Joe Finger,
kango's stein massive,
Symarip,
The Beau Brummels,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joyce Sims,
Ludus,
Flipper,
Fad Gadget,
Saccharine Trust,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Litter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cowsills,
Kool Moe Dee,
Motorama,
Depeche Mode,
New York Dolls,
Metal Thangz,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Sheep,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neil Young,
Gerry Rafferty,
One Last Wish,
Schoolly D,
The Gladiators,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.