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 Tonga and from Edmonton.
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 Edmonton and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the techno 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Icehouse,
This Heat,
Eurythmics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pantytec,
The Velvet Underground,
Angry Samoans,
Yazoo,
Massinfluence,
Aswad,
Bill Wells,
Bush Tetras,
Blancmange,
Ultra Naté,
Tubeway Army,
The Stooges,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dual Sessions,
Make Up,
The Doors,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Byrd,
The Knickerbockers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sex Pistols,
Reagan Youth,
Franke,
Spoonie Gee,
Pussy Galore,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The United States of America,
The Techniques,
Swans,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mojo Men,
Warren Ellis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
ABBA,
Drexciya,
Mr. Review,
David Axelrod,
Royal Trux,
Khruangbin,
The Angels of Light,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pere Ubu,
Model 500,
Gil Scott Heron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Agent Orange,
The Walker Brothers,
Parry Music,
Sugar Minott,
Byron Stingily,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeff Mills,
Masters at Work,
Flipper,
John Foxx,
Sunsets and Hearts,
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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.