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 Israel 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Severed Heads to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Moody Blues,
Soft Cell,
Joensuu 1685,
Eurythmics,
Electric Prunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Procol Harum,
Public Enemy,
Con Funk Shun,
H. Thieme,
La Düsseldorf,
June Days,
Juan Atkins,
Matthew Halsall,
B.T. Express,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Can,
Sixth Finger,
The United States of America,
Moss Icon,
The Cure,
Pierre Henry,
Tommy Roe,
Moby Grape,
The Pop Group,
Harry Pussy,
The J.B.'s,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gories,
Piero Umiliani,
Television,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Hood,
Easy Going,
The Leaves,
The Music Machine,
Albert Ayler,
Magazine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Silicon Teens,
John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pantytec,
Angry Samoans,
10cc,
The New Christs,
Stereo Dub,
The Slackers,
Quantec,
June of 44,
Organ,
Harmonia,
Q and Not U,
The Slits,
Average White Band,
Camberwell Now,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.