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 Bangladesh and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mantronix to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Moebius 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Anthony Braxton,
A Certain Ratio,
Skaos,
Groovy Waters,
The Wake,
Scan 7,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marvin Gaye,
Wings,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Byrd,
Albert Ayler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Inner City,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Surgeon,
Crooked Eye,
The Tremeloes,
Grey Daturas,
Aaron Thompson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Görl,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fugazi,
the Germs,
Bill Wells,
The Standells,
Ultra Naté,
Sparks,
The Neon Judgement,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Womack,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oblivians,
Rhythm & Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rapeman,
Jacob Miller,
Stetsasonic,
Barry Ungar,
Kerri Chandler,
Colin Newman,
Ultravox,
Warren Ellis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
June Days,
Babytalk,
Michelle Simonal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Underground Resistance,
Franke,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.