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 Latvia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Camberwell Now to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scan 7,
Junior Murvin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Searchers,
Roger Hodgson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fear,
Urselle,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radio Birdman,
MDC,
Crispy Ambulance,
Suicide,
JFA,
Flash Fearless,
Ultra Naté,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Slits,
Clear Light,
The Five Americans,
Byron Stingily,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dead C,
DJ Style,
Fluxion,
Peter and Kerry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Average White Band,
Flipper,
Warren Ellis,
Neil Young,
The Tremeloes,
Rod Modell,
Don Cherry,
Shuggie Otis,
Frankie Knuckles,
kango's stein massive,
The Music Machine,
Barry Ungar,
John Foxx,
Motorama,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-Ray Spex,
Funkadelic,
Nirvana,
Jandek,
Joe Finger,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bill Wells,
The Moody Blues,
Janne Schatter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pantaleimon,
Soulsonic Force,
Joyce Sims,
ABC,
These Immortal Souls,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric Copeland,
Television Personalities,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.