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 Tonga and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Tubeway Army to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Rakim,
Ludus,
Bootsy Collins,
10cc,
Kayak,
Massinfluence,
Sound Behaviour,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Pop Group,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Christie,
The Electric Prunes,
Oblivians,
Monks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultra Naté,
Dave Gahan,
Cymande,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Stooges,
Buzzcocks,
Shoche,
Visage,
Fugazi,
Theoretical Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Television Personalities,
Supertramp,
UT,
The Moody Blues,
Traffic Nightmare,
48th St. Collective,
Yazoo,
Pulsallama,
Accadde A,
The Cure,
Dark Day,
Howard Jones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roxy Music,
The Last Poets,
Godley & Creme,
X-101,
Black Moon,
Metal Thangz,
FM Einheit,
Skarface,
Anakelly,
Jeff Mills,
Flash Fearless,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camberwell Now,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DJ Sneak,
Pantaleimon,
Vainqueur,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Victims,
This Heat,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gun Club,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.