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 Congo and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Monks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Sparks,
Rites of Spring,
Pierre Henry,
Malaria!,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vainqueur,
The Busters,
Angry Samoans,
Intrusion,
Colin Newman,
Surgeon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amon Düül II,
Gabor Szabo,
Joyce Sims,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Litter,
The Index,
Warren Ellis,
The Fugs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Barracudas,
The Buckinghams,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Das Ding,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alphaville,
Robert Görl,
Nas,
The Motions,
Babytalk,
Popol Vuh,
The Flesh Eaters,
OOIOO,
Von Mondo,
Flipper,
The Golliwogs,
Joe Finger,
Scrapy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gories,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Index,
Absolute Body Control,
Harmonia,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amazonics,
The Slits,
Bang On A Can,
Guru Guru,
James White and The Blacks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Maleditus Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Quando Quango,
Whodini,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.