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 Malta and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the grime 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oneida,
Maurizio,
Malaria!,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sound Behaviour,
Agent Orange,
The Golliwogs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lalann,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Wyatt,
X-101,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Modern Lovers,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Moon,
Deepchord,
Judy Mowatt,
the Soft Cell,
James White and The Blacks,
Dawn Penn,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Görl,
The Human League,
Peter and Kerry,
The Pretty Things,
One Last Wish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fad Gadget,
Mission of Burma,
Franke,
Marc Almond,
Alison Limerick,
Scan 7,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scion,
Half Japanese,
Ponytail,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rotary Connection,
Nik Kershaw,
Das Ding,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Donny Hathaway,
Nick Fraelich,
Yazoo,
La Düsseldorf,
Heaven 17,
Make Up,
Monks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mr. Review,
Lower 48,
Funky Four + One,
Pet Shop Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Nils Olav,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.