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 Morocco and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
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 synthesizer 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 Magazine to the punk 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Reagan Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Leaves,
Black Sheep,
Donald Byrd,
E-Dancer,
Blossom Toes,
Angry Samoans,
Visage,
Ponytail,
John Cale,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Seeds,
Con Funk Shun,
Crash Course in Science,
Silicon Teens,
Soul II Soul,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Talk Talk,
Parry Music,
Laurel Aitken,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jerry's Kids,
Eddi Front,
Sex Pistols,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alphaville,
Johnny Clarke,
Bootsy Collins,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed,
Ken Boothe,
Lightning Bolt,
Lucky Dragons,
Bauhaus,
Moby Grape,
JFA,
James White and The Blacks,
Stereo Dub,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pylon,
Roxy Music,
Glenn Branca,
Leonard Cohen,
Scan 7,
Ornette Coleman,
Maurizio,
Barrington Levy,
Fad Gadget,
Faust,
Tubeway Army,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Görl,
Wolf Eyes,
The Monks,
Wally Richardson,
Brand Nubian,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.