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 Austria and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Crispian St. Peters to the techno 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Lalann,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Young Rascals,
Loose Ends,
Boz Scaggs,
Talk Talk,
Japan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tomorrow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cal Tjader,
Skaos,
Ossler,
Black Bananas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Interpol,
Alphaville,
The Beau Brummels,
the Human League,
Bob Dylan,
Laurel Aitken,
KRS-One,
Wire,
Deakin,
One Last Wish,
Harmonia,
The Evens,
The Seeds,
Newcleus,
June of 44,
Crooked Eye,
Fad Gadget,
Joe Smooth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yusef Lateef,
Roxy Music,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Wake,
The Five Americans,
Idris Muhammad,
T. Rex,
Colin Newman,
Grey Daturas,
Gang of Four,
Public Enemy,
Sandy B,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alton Ellis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
Nation of Ulysses,
Trumans Water,
The Cramps,
Peter & Gordon,
the Slits,
K-Klass,
Bootsy Collins,
Infiniti,
The Birthday Party,
Pagans,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.