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 Pakistan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Juan Atkins,
The Moody Blues,
Flash Fearless,
Sam Rivers,
Sister Nancy,
Circle Jerks,
Nik Kershaw,
Qualms,
The Doors,
Joy Division,
Can,
Slick Rick,
Bill Near,
Yusef Lateef,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Monolake,
Peter and Kerry,
Kas Product,
Reuben Wilson,
Heaven 17,
Scion,
Black Bananas,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Bar-Kays,
Silicon Teens,
Sight & Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Eve St. Jones,
The Star Department,
In Retrospect,
Von Mondo,
Youth Brigade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yellowson,
Pulsallama,
Harmonia,
EPMD,
X-101,
The Last Poets,
Infiniti,
Fatback Band,
Half Japanese,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minutemen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Laurel Aitken,
Todd Terry,
The Martian,
Moss Icon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Agitation Free,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sparks,
Quando Quango,
Gong,
The Music Machine,
Colin Newman,
Soft Machine,
Niagra,
The Mojo Men,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.