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 Liechtenstein and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Kas Product to the techno 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Unwound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Trojans,
Scratch Acid,
Scion,
Q65,
Vladislav Delay,
Cal Tjader,
Adolescents,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Unrelated Segments,
The Slits,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fat Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Masters at Work,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Martian,
Soulsonic Force,
Fad Gadget,
John Foxx,
Charles Mingus,
Hoover,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fire Engines,
Yellowson,
The Offenders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lindisfarne,
Altered Images,
Khruangbin,
The Invisible,
Matthew Halsall,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David Axelrod,
Thompson Twins,
Glenn Branca,
Marine Girls,
Skarface,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed,
Bronski Beat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Monolake,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scientists,
Goldenarms,
Essential Logic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Technova,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gichy Dan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chris & Cosey,
Leonard Cohen,
Oblivians,
Desert Stars,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.