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 Italy and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Scratch Acid to the jazz 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Supertramp,
The Mojo Men,
The Busters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pagans,
X-102,
Chris & Cosey,
Sam Rivers,
Sixth Finger,
The Golliwogs,
Bluetip,
Dennis Brown,
Dead Boys,
The Slits,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kayak,
Moby Grape,
Dawn Penn,
The Knickerbockers,
Soft Machine,
Ponytail,
Alison Limerick,
Hashim,
Schoolly D,
Bill Near,
Peter & Gordon,
Smog,
Gang Starr,
The Cramps,
Guru Guru,
The Seeds,
Piero Umiliani,
Roxette,
Bad Manners,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lalann,
David Bowie,
the Bar-Kays,
Brand Nubian,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alphaville,
The Divine Comedy,
The Happenings,
Hot Snakes,
June Days,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lungfish,
Japan,
Kaleidoscope,
The Barracudas,
The Real Kids,
X-101,
Peter and Kerry,
Joey Negro,
Faraquet,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.