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 Kenya and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Juan Atkins to the electroclash 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hoover,
Metal Thangz,
In Retrospect,
The J.B.'s,
Pere Ubu,
Reagan Youth,
Andrew Hill,
Bill Wells,
Tres Demented,
Eli Mardock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Count Five,
World's Most,
Bad Manners,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fuzztones,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gap Band,
Darondo,
Alice Coltrane,
Inner City,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Faust,
Swans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sam Rivers,
The Divine Comedy,
Intrusion,
Niagra,
Soul II Soul,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ornette Coleman,
Wire,
Cameo,
Ralphi Rosario,
DJ Sneak,
Joe Finger,
Aloha Tigers,
ABC,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Colin Newman,
Sarah Menescal,
Frankie Knuckles,
Altered Images,
The Fire Engines,
Eden Ahbez,
Lalann,
Skaos,
Japan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cabaret Voltaire,
L. Decosne,
Funky Four + One,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Buckinghams,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.