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 Jordan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Ludus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-102,
Hardrive,
Flipper,
Radio Birdman,
Jacob Miller,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Zapp,
The Knickerbockers,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Five Americans,
Electric Prunes,
John Holt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Suicide,
Soulsonic Force,
Sam Rivers,
Kurtis Blow,
The Smoke,
Tom Boy,
H. Thieme,
Jeff Mills,
Sällskapet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bauhaus,
Hoover,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
CMW,
Can,
Kerri Chandler,
Pere Ubu,
Minor Threat,
Black Flag,
Ohio Players,
Agitation Free,
Prince Buster,
Simply Red,
Aloha Tigers,
Altered Images,
Amon Düül,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barry Ungar,
Das Ding,
Half Japanese,
K-Klass,
the Soft Cell,
Massinfluence,
Bill Wells,
Alphaville,
Blake Baxter,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Raincoats,
The Walker Brothers,
Chrome,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Germs,
Little Man,
Unwound,
The Buckinghams,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.