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 Seychelles 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Lungfish to the punk 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Nick Fraelich,
the Swans,
Pierre Henry,
Nik Kershaw,
The Monochrome Set,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arthur Verocai,
Electric Light Orchestra,
This Heat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eli Mardock,
Monks,
The Doors,
Lee Hazlewood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Christie,
David Bowie,
Echospace,
Kaleidoscope,
Alton Ellis,
Barrington Levy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Slits,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Funkadelic,
U.S. Maple,
Bush Tetras,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Patti Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bootsy Collins,
Yusef Lateef,
The Doobie Brothers,
Von Mondo,
Easy Going,
The Red Krayola,
Todd Rundgren,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Moon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hashim,
Yazoo,
Saccharine Trust,
New Order,
Porter Ricks,
Rosa Yemen,
Chrome,
Audionom,
Albert Ayler,
Marvin Gaye,
The Knickerbockers,
Don Cherry,
Panda Bear,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eve St. Jones,
Nirvana,
Grauzone,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Popol Vuh,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.