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 Thailand and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Suburban Knight,
Flash Fearless,
The Motions,
The Modern Lovers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cal Tjader,
Aswad,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Skatalites,
Slave,
Sun City Girls,
Oblivians,
The Residents,
The Names,
The Fugs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camberwell Now,
Wasted Youth,
T. Rex,
MDC,
Eric Dolphy,
Brick,
X-Ray Spex,
The Count Five,
Japan,
Amon Düül II,
Crime,
Swans,
Graham Central Station,
Swell Maps,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ken Boothe,
Pole,
Bill Wells,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Alarm Clocks,
Anakelly,
The Sonics,
Guru Guru,
Hasil Adkins,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
In Retrospect,
Harmonia,
The Martian,
ABBA,
Robert Görl,
Outsiders,
The J.B.'s,
Lyres,
New Order,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultravox,
DJ Style,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.