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 Korea North and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Henry Cow to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Radiohead,
The Cure,
Nils Olav,
FM Einheit,
Minnie Riperton,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Donny Hathaway,
Scrapy,
Shuggie Otis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neil Young,
The Remains,
T. Rex,
Symarip,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Real Kids,
The J.B.'s,
Bad Manners,
Maurizio,
Saccharine Trust,
Cybotron,
Massinfluence,
Ultra Naté,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dead C,
Pussy Galore,
Arcadia,
Japan,
Zero Boys,
Sight & Sound,
The Gun Club,
The Birthday Party,
Y Pants,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Music Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Althea and Donna,
Marc Almond,
Wasted Youth,
MC5,
Ice-T,
Swans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
U.S. Maple,
Roxette,
Khruangbin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Unrelated Segments,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scientists,
Scott Walker,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marvin Gaye,
Nico,
Index,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.