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 Colombia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Seeds to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Mission of Burma,
Patti Smith,
Gang Starr,
the Swans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nik Kershaw,
Bill Wells,
Brothers Johnson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cluster,
Susan Cadogan,
Moebius,
Bill Near,
Archie Shepp,
Pagans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pierre Henry,
The Moleskins,
The Walker Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crime,
Barbara Tucker,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Infiniti,
Television Personalities,
Animal Collective,
Black Flag,
Fatback Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Delta 5,
the Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare,
MDC,
Deakin,
The Smiths,
Rhythm & Sound,
The New Christs,
Television,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soft Machine,
Q65,
Yazoo,
Todd Terry,
Maleditus Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Blake Baxter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aloha Tigers,
Johnny Clarke,
Crash Course in Science,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Bananas,
Siglo XX,
Wally Richardson,
Ultravox,
Audionom,
Sam Rivers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lakeside,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.