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 Sudan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Cybotron to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Nick Fraelich,
Radio Birdman,
Sight & Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Laurel Aitken,
the Sonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Public Enemy,
Ponytail,
Roy Ayers,
Carl Craig,
The Busters,
The Standells,
Yaz,
Outsiders,
The J.B.'s,
Altered Images,
Flipper,
Graham Central Station,
Cecil Taylor,
Alison Limerick,
June Days,
Blancmange,
Television Personalities,
Lyres,
Symarip,
Bluetip,
The Gun Club,
Boz Scaggs,
K-Klass,
Gong,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blossom Toes,
Vainqueur,
Black Sheep,
Skriet,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
UT,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rosa Yemen,
David Bowie,
The Modern Lovers,
Tomorrow,
Banda Bassotti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Max Romeo,
Bootsy Collins,
X-101,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Cale,
Toni Rubio,
Marmalade,
The Litter,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.