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 Turkey and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Terrestrial Tones to the electroclash 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Zapp,
Lou Reed,
Jandek,
Sexual Harrassment,
Electric Prunes,
Grauzone,
Juan Atkins,
Albert Ayler,
Pet Shop Boys,
Royal Trux,
The Techniques,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Echospace,
Subhumans,
Amon Düül,
Cecil Taylor,
Accadde A,
Vladislav Delay,
The Raincoats,
Dennis Brown,
Faraquet,
Sällskapet,
Donald Byrd,
Von Mondo,
The Trojans,
48th St. Collective,
Arab on Radar,
Wally Richardson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pulsallama,
New Order,
The Cramps,
The Dirtbombs,
the Slits,
Jawbox,
Metal Thangz,
Boz Scaggs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Index,
E-Dancer,
Flipper,
Maleditus Sound,
Procol Harum,
the Association,
Lindisfarne,
The Mummies,
Sound Behaviour,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
B.T. Express,
The Saints,
Unwound,
John Holt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Icehouse,
The Martian,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pantaleimon,
Brick,
Angry Samoans,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.