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 Brunei and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the grunge 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
New Order,
The Index,
The Divine Comedy,
F. McDonald,
Babytalk,
Chris & Cosey,
Lakeside,
Morten Harket,
Shoche,
The Smoke,
Terry Callier,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Japan,
Los Fastidios,
Eric B and Rakim,
World's Most,
Avey Tare,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mark Hollis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brand Nubian,
Zapp,
Boredoms,
The Fire Engines,
Danielle Patucci,
The Residents,
OOIOO,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Main Source,
Tim Buckley,
Judy Mowatt,
The Standells,
The Five Americans,
Fad Gadget,
Max Romeo,
Robert Hood,
Echospace,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Sherman,
Outsiders,
Quantec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-102,
Saccharine Trust,
Ludus,
Hoover,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Walker Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
Tears for Fears,
Camouflage,
Delta 5,
The Misunderstood,
Aloha Tigers,
Masters at Work,
The J.B.'s,
Warsaw,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.