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 Bahrain and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 One Last Wish to the disco 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Kaleidoscope,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thompson Twins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stereo Dub,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Real Kids,
Sex Pistols,
Nas,
The Modern Lovers,
John Coltrane,
The Buckinghams,
Pole,
a-ha,
Ronnie Foster,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-101,
the Swans,
The Blues Magoos,
Chris Corsano,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Trojans,
Bush Tetras,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jacques Brel,
Public Enemy,
Babytalk,
Tres Demented,
Joyce Sims,
Cheater Slicks,
Easy Going,
Deepchord,
The Electric Prunes,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sandy B,
Scion,
Soft Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amon Düül II,
the Association,
Peter and Kerry,
Drexciya,
Gichy Dan,
10cc,
The Skatalites,
Thee Headcoats,
Curtis Mayfield,
Slick Rick,
These Immortal Souls,
Flipper,
R.M.O.,
The New Christs,
Soft Cell,
Mandrill,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Görl,
Barclay James Harvest,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.