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 Iran and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Thompson Twins to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Technova,
Jawbox,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Hood,
Khruangbin,
The Raincoats,
Stiv Bators,
Aswad,
Crooked Eye,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tim Buckley,
Suburban Knight,
The Cure,
Rapeman,
The Real Kids,
The Fire Engines,
Silicon Teens,
DJ Style,
The Human League,
Isaac Hayes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tom Boy,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Public Image Ltd.,
Clear Light,
Amon Düül II,
Sällskapet,
Popol Vuh,
Letta Mbulu,
Patti Smith,
Liliput,
Pole,
Magazine,
Cheater Slicks,
Cybotron,
Jesper Dahlback,
AZ,
Boredoms,
Vainqueur,
Chrome,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Bootsy Collins,
Neu!,
Jandek,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Procol Harum,
Soft Cell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Altered Images,
Mantronix,
Fugazi,
Chris & Cosey,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.