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 Argentina and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 PIL to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alice Coltrane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Das Ding,
ABBA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sarah Menescal,
Leonard Cohen,
Amon Düül II,
Pierre Henry,
Echospace,
Country Teasers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ituana,
Sound Behaviour,
X-102,
Letta Mbulu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Unwound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nils Olav,
Susan Cadogan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tim Buckley,
The Searchers,
Todd Terry,
One Last Wish,
Basic Channel,
Section 25,
Joensuu 1685,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Flag,
Zapp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
48th St. Collective,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Masters at Work,
Camberwell Now,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Freddie Wadling,
The Divine Comedy,
Chris Corsano,
Joe Smooth,
Malaria!,
Talk Talk,
The Fire Engines,
The Index,
Scientists,
Lou Reed,
John Cale,
Youth Brigade,
Ronnie Foster,
Bad Manners,
Subhumans,
E-Dancer,
Scan 7,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.