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 Ghana and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
John Holt,
The Velvet Underground,
48th St. Collective,
Au Pairs,
Chris & Cosey,
The Electric Prunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Todd Rundgren,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nils Olav,
Eric Dolphy,
Clear Light,
Neu!,
Wally Richardson,
The Move,
The Cramps,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Funkadelic,
Yaz,
Ornette Coleman,
Amazonics,
Sugar Minott,
Radiopuhelimet,
Freddie Wadling,
Grey Daturas,
Eli Mardock,
T. Rex,
The Busters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Drexciya,
The Fall,
Peter and Kerry,
Symarip,
Pussy Galore,
China Crisis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Juan Atkins,
Scientists,
The Red Krayola,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Michelle Simonal,
Iggy Pop,
MC5,
Dead Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Alphaville,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Japan,
Faraquet,
Soulsonic Force,
Excepter,
Cal Tjader,
Susan Cadogan,
Lungfish,
Lindisfarne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Shoche,
Rosa Yemen,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.