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 Lithuania and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Black Flag,
Bad Manners,
Freddie Wadling,
Spandau Ballet,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Moleskins,
The Gories,
Drexciya,
Heaven 17,
The Vogues,
Alison Limerick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Little Man,
Joy Division,
K-Klass,
The Grass Roots,
EPMD,
X-102,
Barbara Tucker,
Dennis Brown,
David Bowie,
Oblivians,
Arthur Verocai,
Tom Boy,
T.S.O.L.,
The Real Kids,
The Remains,
The Cramps,
Sun City Girls,
The Cure,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Severed Heads,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Evens,
The Monks,
Nils Olav,
June of 44,
Das Ding,
Radiohead,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Babytalk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ronan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Colin Newman,
Dual Sessions,
the Bar-Kays,
Gabor Szabo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brass Construction,
The Skatalites,
Groovy Waters,
A Certain Ratio,
Grauzone,
a-ha,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Bananas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sam Rivers,
Rekid,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.