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 Algeria and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Associates to the rap 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Anthony Braxton,
Faust,
Amon Düül II,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Unwound,
Quando Quango,
The Seeds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Motorama,
X-102,
Trumans Water,
Colin Newman,
The Stooges,
The Misunderstood,
Amon Düül,
Lalann,
The Trojans,
the Slits,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wolf Eyes,
Ten City,
Sällskapet,
kango's stein massive,
UT,
Intrusion,
Faraquet,
Brass Construction,
Soul II Soul,
Harry Pussy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Zapp,
Electric Prunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Khruangbin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vladislav Delay,
Ponytail,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Spoonie Gee,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gun Club,
John Foxx,
Lakeside,
Carl Craig,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Matthew Bourne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Section 25,
The Toasters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lucky Dragons,
Barry Ungar,
Hardrive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Drexciya,
Sarah Menescal,
the Normal,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.