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 Oman and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Joy Division to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
The Neon Judgement,
Juan Atkins,
Ultra Naté,
Flipper,
Nirvana,
Byron Stingily,
Blancmange,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sister Nancy,
Sun Ra,
Nils Olav,
Alison Limerick,
Inner City,
The Red Krayola,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Agitation Free,
Aaron Thompson,
Chrome,
Newcleus,
Anthony Braxton,
the Bar-Kays,
Yusef Lateef,
X-Ray Spex,
Pulsallama,
Y Pants,
Zero Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thee Headcoats,
Altered Images,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Offenders,
The Saints,
Minutemen,
Los Fastidios,
Mark Hollis,
Derrick Morgan,
Isaac Hayes,
Amon Düül II,
Colin Newman,
DJ Style,
MDC,
Charles Mingus,
Ituana,
Electric Prunes,
The Martian,
Glenn Branca,
LL Cool J,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
K-Klass,
Radiopuhelimet,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Sherman,
Bang On A Can,
Loose Ends,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Motions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aural Exciters,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.