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 Portugal and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Donald Byrd to the punk 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lalann,
Dave Gahan,
Qualms,
The Saints,
Robert Görl,
Fort Wilson Riot,
David Axelrod,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fortunes,
Ponytail,
Glenn Branca,
Audionom,
Carl Craig,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Sherman,
the Association,
Bang On A Can,
Minnie Riperton,
Terry Callier,
Mission of Burma,
Hardrive,
AZ,
Sonic Youth,
Kayak,
A Certain Ratio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brass Construction,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Real Kids,
Maleditus Sound,
Can,
Dual Sessions,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fuzztones,
Camouflage,
The Stooges,
The Birthday Party,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Byrd,
Crash Course in Science,
the Fania All-Stars,
David Bowie,
The Litter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nik Kershaw,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ludus,
The Raincoats,
Visage,
the Normal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Youth Brigade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Infiniti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.