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 Equatorial Guinea and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Loose Ends to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rekid,
One Last Wish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Iggy Pop,
World's Most,
Pulsallama,
June of 44,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Das Ding,
Tres Demented,
Darondo,
The Busters,
The Cure,
Motorama,
Lyres,
Accadde A,
Drexciya,
Q65,
Jeff Lynne,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Gang Dance,
CMW,
Moss Icon,
Nico,
Jacob Miller,
Los Fastidios,
China Crisis,
A Certain Ratio,
Andrew Hill,
The Star Department,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Godley & Creme,
Moebius,
Gabor Szabo,
The Golliwogs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Invisible,
The Gap Band,
MC5,
Mantronix,
Harry Pussy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Steve Hackett,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terry Callier,
Pierre Henry,
Intrusion,
The Wake,
Scott Walker,
Liliput,
Malaria!,
KRS-One,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Black Dice,
Joy Division,
The Seeds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Glenn Branca,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.