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 Togo and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 Sound Behaviour to the disco 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blake Baxter,
Flipper,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
In Retrospect,
Janne Schatter,
Dave Gahan,
June Days,
Judy Mowatt,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Christie,
Average White Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Knickerbockers,
Wings,
Kas Product,
Connie Case,
The Slits,
The Flesh Eaters,
Donny Hathaway,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Au Pairs,
Scott Walker,
Desert Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Smog,
Model 500,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Banda Bassotti,
Hot Snakes,
Essential Logic,
Amon Düül,
The Skatalites,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Clear Light,
Brothers Johnson,
Don Cherry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cecil Taylor,
Mars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sonics,
Faust,
Chrome,
Sandy B,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-101,
The Victims,
Babytalk,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mission of Burma,
Malaria!,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.