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 Romania and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soft Machine to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Throbbing Gristle,
JFA,
New Order,
Brothers Johnson,
Sonic Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
Al Stewart,
Howard Jones,
John Lydon,
Joensuu 1685,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ronnie Foster,
Bush Tetras,
The Vogues,
Blossom Toes,
Desert Stars,
Quantec,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Glenn Branca,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crime,
Prince Buster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
A Certain Ratio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Red Krayola,
Dual Sessions,
Nik Kershaw,
Steve Hackett,
Nas,
The Toasters,
Adolescents,
Sandy B,
Scan 7,
Jandek,
Kevin Saunderson,
Junior Murvin,
Kas Product,
Flash Fearless,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roy Ayers,
the Normal,
Second Layer,
The Count Five,
Funky Four + One,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Görl,
The Zeros,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wings,
Stiv Bators,
Lungfish,
Interpol,
Main Source,
Eve St. Jones,
Agent Orange,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Animal Collective,
Model 500,
Nils Olav,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Evens,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.