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 Vietnam and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fear to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Yellowson,
the Swans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Maurizio,
Derrick May,
Crash Course in Science,
Byron Stingily,
Lungfish,
Kurtis Blow,
Underground Resistance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Section 25,
Parry Music,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alison Limerick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The United States of America,
Bobby Womack,
Bronski Beat,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed,
Alphaville,
Pere Ubu,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Blues Magoos,
Man Parrish,
Neu!,
Wire,
Cameo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
In Retrospect,
Rod Modell,
Q and Not U,
Basic Channel,
Charles Mingus,
Eurythmics,
Fat Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tres Demented,
Quantec,
Grauzone,
The Evens,
Yusef Lateef,
Jacob Miller,
Ludus,
Severed Heads,
Carl Craig,
The Standells,
Cecil Taylor,
Ronan,
The Divine Comedy,
Jacques Brel,
JFA,
Dennis Brown,
Slave,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric Copeland,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.