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 Macedonia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Lebanon Hanover to the electroclash 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Fat Boys,
Minor Threat,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Barracudas,
kango's stein massive,
A Certain Ratio,
Pulsallama,
Funky Four + One,
X-Ray Spex,
Bronski Beat,
L. Decosne,
Ultravox,
Dark Day,
Donald Byrd,
Ronnie Foster,
Ludus,
Scion,
F. McDonald,
The Sonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultimate Spinach,
New York Dolls,
Tim Buckley,
David McCallum,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Starr,
Von Mondo,
Joyce Sims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joensuu 1685,
Eurythmics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hoover,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Trumans Water,
Roxette,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Zeros,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hasil Adkins,
Gichy Dan,
Pylon,
Dave Gahan,
Boz Scaggs,
The Neon Judgement,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Coltrane,
Lucky Dragons,
The Blackbyrds,
Skriet,
Radio Birdman,
Amon Düül,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.