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 Zambia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Iggy Pop to the grunge 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Pharoah Sanders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gong,
Agent Orange,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter and Kerry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fluxion,
Flash Fearless,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sound Behaviour,
The Index,
Gang of Four,
JFA,
Main Source,
The Stooges,
Icehouse,
Cheater Slicks,
The Smiths,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soft Machine,
The Names,
Neil Young,
Traffic Nightmare,
Faust,
Hashim,
New Age Steppers,
Anakelly,
Maleditus Sound,
the Slits,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Normal,
Grey Daturas,
The Five Americans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wire,
Sparks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nirvana,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jerry's Kids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aaron Thompson,
Ornette Coleman,
Mars,
Vainqueur,
Neu!,
Subhumans,
Ice-T,
Isaac Hayes,
Pagans,
Rosa Yemen,
Max Romeo,
Cameo,
Thee Headcoats,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.