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 Mongolia and from London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 New Order to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Boredoms,
Au Pairs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barrington Levy,
Max Romeo,
DJ Sneak,
Ludus,
The Divine Comedy,
U.S. Maple,
Metal Thangz,
Goldenarms,
Warsaw,
Wings,
Hoover,
Aswad,
Charles Mingus,
Throbbing Gristle,
A Certain Ratio,
World's Most,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scion,
The Evens,
Mantronix,
Livin' Joy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultimate Spinach,
Babytalk,
Average White Band,
New Age Steppers,
Zapp,
Schoolly D,
Gang of Four,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Stooges,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rhythm & Sound,
Agitation Free,
Das Ding,
The Invisible,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rites of Spring,
Radiopuhelimet,
Henry Cow,
Infiniti,
Organ,
Essential Logic,
Ronnie Foster,
the Bar-Kays,
Barclay James Harvest,
Swans,
The Young Rascals,
PIL,
ABBA,
The Kinks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.