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 Belgium and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Nick Fraelich to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camouflage,
Gong,
Wire,
Joe Smooth,
Arthur Verocai,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Josef K,
Andrew Hill,
Maleditus Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crispy Ambulance,
Delon & Dalcan,
Animal Collective,
Piero Umiliani,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bill Near,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eddi Front,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pierre Henry,
Kas Product,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Blues Magoos,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sällskapet,
The Victims,
The Five Americans,
Lindisfarne,
Jawbox,
Godley & Creme,
Intrusion,
Banda Bassotti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pagans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marvin Gaye,
D'Angelo,
Radio Birdman,
Prince Buster,
Blossom Toes,
kango's stein massive,
Barbara Tucker,
The United States of America,
Sparks,
Mandrill,
The Searchers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joyce Sims,
Circle Jerks,
The Electric Prunes,
Hashim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Saints,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Smog,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.