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 Vietnam and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 The Stooges to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
The Blues Magoos,
Con Funk Shun,
Barclay James Harvest,
Visage,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
Tomorrow,
Mission of Burma,
Joey Negro,
Technova,
Roger Hodgson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sugar Minott,
The Golliwogs,
Todd Rundgren,
The Searchers,
Buzzcocks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nation of Ulysses,
Accadde A,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Normal,
The Busters,
Blancmange,
Crooked Eye,
The Angels of Light,
Stiv Bators,
Peter & Gordon,
Popol Vuh,
the Germs,
The United States of America,
X-101,
Siglo XX,
Jawbox,
E-Dancer,
The Divine Comedy,
Deepchord,
Minutemen,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mandrill,
Average White Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bauhaus,
Index,
Crispy Ambulance,
Todd Terry,
Godley & Creme,
Kool Moe Dee,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lalann,
Neu!,
Nico,
Mark Hollis,
48th St. Collective,
Lightning Bolt,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.