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 Ethiopia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Wings to the electroclash 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
These Immortal Souls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cybotron,
Japan,
Altered Images,
Easy Going,
MDC,
Mars,
JFA,
Rotary Connection,
Inner City,
The New Christs,
La Düsseldorf,
The Misunderstood,
The Slackers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Susan Cadogan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radio Birdman,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fire Engines,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gladiators,
Outsiders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-Ray Spex,
The Busters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hot Snakes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wolf Eyes,
Groovy Waters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chris & Cosey,
Arthur Verocai,
Buzzcocks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wally Richardson,
Joensuu 1685,
Blancmange,
David Axelrod,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Qualms,
Ludus,
Albert Ayler,
Arcadia,
Audionom,
Kool Moe Dee,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Banda Bassotti,
Simply Red,
Scan 7,
The Divine Comedy,
Henry Cow,
Black Bananas,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.