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 Slovakia and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Bizarre Inc. to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
New Age Steppers,
Oblivians,
Jeff Lynne,
DJ Style,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fall,
Brothers Johnson,
Barry Ungar,
Neu!,
Shuggie Otis,
Quantec,
Second Layer,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Skatalites,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sonic Youth,
Crooked Eye,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dave Gahan,
Tim Buckley,
Q65,
Rotary Connection,
Monolake,
Thee Headcoats,
Wolf Eyes,
The Five Americans,
The Sonics,
Rakim,
Kaleidoscope,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Inner City,
CMW,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Al Stewart,
The Kinks,
Peter and Kerry,
Scrapy,
Siglo XX,
Suicide,
Quando Quango,
The Fuzztones,
Scientists,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deakin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camouflage,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radiohead,
Judy Mowatt,
Q and Not U,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rekid,
The Moody Blues,
Sun City Girls,
Quadrant,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.