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 Kosovo and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Hasil Adkins to the punk 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mo-Dettes,
Marc Almond,
Ronan,
Lucky Dragons,
DJ Sneak,
The Litter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Residents,
New Order,
Faust,
Electric Light Orchestra,
JFA,
Jacques Brel,
Magma,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Rundgren,
Accadde A,
Charles Mingus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Angels of Light,
Kenny Larkin,
David McCallum,
Grauzone,
Lou Christie,
Audionom,
The Fuzztones,
the Swans,
Bauhaus,
Hasil Adkins,
Susan Cadogan,
Iggy Pop,
Kevin Saunderson,
Connie Case,
Nik Kershaw,
Deepchord,
Severed Heads,
DJ Style,
Scrapy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bush Tetras,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Misunderstood,
Joe Finger,
Ituana,
Reagan Youth,
The Barracudas,
Freddie Wadling,
Pussy Galore,
Wire,
Davy DMX,
Massinfluence,
Model 500,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kerri Chandler,
Organ,
Qualms,
Rotary Connection,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.