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 China and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Faraquet to the rock 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hardrive,
Scan 7,
T. Rex,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Patti Smith,
Moby Grape,
Inner City,
The Skatalites,
Interpol,
Television,
Pagans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Black Dice,
Surgeon,
Adolescents,
Ituana,
Thompson Twins,
Alton Ellis,
EPMD,
Junior Murvin,
Bootsy Collins,
the Slits,
the Normal,
Henry Cow,
Cymande,
Fad Gadget,
Visage,
ABC,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camouflage,
The Blues Magoos,
Khruangbin,
Rakim,
Harmonia,
Oblivians,
Rekid,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Sherman,
Jacques Brel,
The Smoke,
The Cowsills,
Blake Baxter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Clear Light,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brick,
Dennis Brown,
The Durutti Column,
Agent Orange,
OOIOO,
The Invisible,
U.S. Maple,
The Busters,
The Names,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.