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 Estonia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Aswad to the grunge 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Archie Shepp,
Jandek,
Ituana,
New Age Steppers,
Rapeman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Model 500,
The Pretty Things,
Swell Maps,
Scratch Acid,
Quando Quango,
Eurythmics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yaz,
The Pop Group,
Slave,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Can,
Quantec,
Infiniti,
Howard Jones,
The Happenings,
Sex Pistols,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bang On A Can,
X-102,
Todd Rundgren,
Sixth Finger,
Marcia Griffiths,
Guru Guru,
Kayak,
Terry Callier,
Symarip,
The Stooges,
Visage,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
China Crisis,
Brothers Johnson,
The Neon Judgement,
Alison Limerick,
Tim Buckley,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Five Americans,
Schoolly D,
Agitation Free,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun City Girls,
Cluster,
Marvin Gaye,
Scientists,
World's Most,
Porter Ricks,
Television Personalities,
Lee Hazlewood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Godley & Creme,
Sonic Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.