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 Tanzania and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Camouflage to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Swans,
Aural Exciters,
The United States of America,
The Gun Club,
Hasil Adkins,
Moss Icon,
The Toasters,
June Days,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Techniques,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brand Nubian,
JFA,
The American Breed,
Spandau Ballet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Wells,
Camberwell Now,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gichy Dan,
Josef K,
Suburban Knight,
Neil Young,
Crispy Ambulance,
DNA,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Leaves,
Angry Samoans,
Dark Day,
In Retrospect,
Nas,
MC5,
Howard Jones,
The Black Dice,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deakin,
Kas Product,
Deepchord,
Robert Hood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Little Man,
Skaos,
Tomorrow,
ABBA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Neon Judgement,
Soft Machine,
Make Up,
UT,
kango's stein massive,
Vainqueur,
Sixth Finger,
cv313,
D'Angelo,
Letta Mbulu,
Grauzone,
ABC,
Lucky Dragons,
Roxy Music,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.