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 Congo and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the punk 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Terrestrial Tones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Cale,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Max Romeo,
Blossom Toes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Green,
Lower 48,
Blancmange,
PIL,
Sister Nancy,
Audionom,
The Flesh Eaters,
Qualms,
Anthony Braxton,
Zero Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cymande,
ABC,
Hardrive,
Talk Talk,
The Dead C,
the Sonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Smoke,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun City Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Derrick May,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crime,
Henry Cow,
Ten City,
DJ Sneak,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tommy Roe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
La Düsseldorf,
Motorama,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marine Girls,
The Busters,
Los Fastidios,
Steve Hackett,
Young Marble Giants,
The Searchers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Q and Not U,
Aaron Thompson,
Piero Umiliani,
Hot Snakes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.