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 Guatemala and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sonics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Cluster,
The Mojo Men,
Bill Wells,
Stereo Dub,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pantaleimon,
Donald Byrd,
Vladislav Delay,
Todd Terry,
Iggy Pop,
Rosa Yemen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lalann,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New York Dolls,
Pere Ubu,
Spandau Ballet,
Rites of Spring,
Connie Case,
Gang Green,
Intrusion,
Guru Guru,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Kayak,
The Fugs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Young Rascals,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terry Callier,
John Cale,
Underground Resistance,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joy Division,
Saccharine Trust,
Ten City,
The Wake,
Toni Rubio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Womack,
Porter Ricks,
Bad Manners,
Dark Day,
Barclay James Harvest,
Half Japanese,
Hashim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Banda Bassotti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wasted Youth,
The Residents,
Barrington Levy,
Das Ding,
Sun Ra,
Goldenarms,
Bill Near,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.