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 Iran and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the organ 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Spoonie Gee,
Don Cherry,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Byrd,
Maurizio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Misunderstood,
Godley & Creme,
Thee Headcoats,
Y Pants,
Gang of Four,
ABBA,
The American Breed,
ABC,
Chris Corsano,
Sun City Girls,
Camouflage,
The Trojans,
Swans,
Ituana,
Pole,
Thompson Twins,
Main Source,
Alton Ellis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hot Snakes,
The Fall,
The United States of America,
Sam Rivers,
The Modern Lovers,
Joensuu 1685,
Negative Approach,
the Association,
Animal Collective,
Soft Cell,
Moebius,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skaos,
Black Bananas,
X-101,
The Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Radio Birdman,
Todd Terry,
The Index,
Donald Byrd,
The Red Krayola,
Al Stewart,
Radiopuhelimet,
Archie Shepp,
Tommy Roe,
Cybotron,
Warren Ellis,
Nick Fraelich,
Underground Resistance,
Man Parrish,
The Invisible,
MC5,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Beau Brummels,
Silicon Teens,
Marc Almond,
Electric Prunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.