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 Mongolia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Avey Tare to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Unrelated Segments,
Colin Newman,
Eric Copeland,
Chris & Cosey,
Marmalade,
Underground Resistance,
Dark Day,
Hot Snakes,
DJ Style,
A Certain Ratio,
Flipper,
Traffic Nightmare,
Matthew Bourne,
Mars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cluster,
Albert Ayler,
Slick Rick,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joensuu 1685,
Little Man,
Funkadelic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Holt,
Sound Behaviour,
Animal Collective,
Simply Red,
Roxette,
Johnny Clarke,
The Busters,
Sugar Minott,
The Golliwogs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mojo Men,
The Grass Roots,
Section 25,
Yusef Lateef,
Absolute Body Control,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Easy Going,
The Cowsills,
Tears for Fears,
Don Cherry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Association,
Archie Shepp,
48th St. Collective,
Aaron Thompson,
Nas,
Alice Coltrane,
Soul II Soul,
CMW,
Sonic Youth,
The Last Poets,
Liliput,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.