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 Uzbekistan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 FM Einheit to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Bad Manners,
Crooked Eye,
Banda Bassotti,
Magazine,
the Swans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Carl Craig,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
L. Decosne,
Bluetip,
Khruangbin,
Black Bananas,
Procol Harum,
Flash Fearless,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eve St. Jones,
Erasure,
F. McDonald,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tubeway Army,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fugazi,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pere Ubu,
Rapeman,
The Residents,
The Golliwogs,
Gabor Szabo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Siglo XX,
Flipper,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric B and Rakim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Colin Newman,
Juan Atkins,
Nico,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Moleskins,
The Last Poets,
Darondo,
Roxette,
Janne Schatter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Model 500,
Pole,
Ohio Players,
Basic Channel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Adolescents,
Thompson Twins,
Franke,
Cymande,
Arab on Radar,
London Community Gospel Choir,
kango's stein massive,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Divine Comedy,
Ronan,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.