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 Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 David Bowie 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 Neu! to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Main Source,
The Blackbyrds,
Groovy Waters,
Marc Almond,
Vainqueur,
Massinfluence,
Sixth Finger,
Hasil Adkins,
Donald Byrd,
Severed Heads,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang of Four,
Eric Dolphy,
The Divine Comedy,
The Electric Prunes,
The Star Department,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jandek,
John Coltrane,
Todd Rundgren,
Lungfish,
Hashim,
China Crisis,
The Neon Judgement,
Anthony Braxton,
The Busters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Section 25,
Black Moon,
Simply Red,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Trojans,
Cheater Slicks,
Brass Construction,
The Standells,
Mary Jane Girls,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Womack,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Al Stewart,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sällskapet,
Warsaw,
Sugar Minott,
the Association,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joensuu 1685,
The Offenders,
MDC,
In Retrospect,
The Victims,
June of 44,
Rites of Spring,
Marshall Jefferson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pantytec,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.