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 Norway and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Sarah Menescal to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Howard Jones,
The Divine Comedy,
The Black Dice,
Gabor Szabo,
Morten Harket,
La Düsseldorf,
Bill Near,
Eurythmics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Pretty Things,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mad Mike,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harmonia,
Robert Görl,
Visage,
Fat Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Can,
Blancmange,
Crash Course in Science,
The American Breed,
The Trojans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Main Source,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minor Threat,
Pylon,
Janne Schatter,
Slave,
E-Dancer,
Eden Ahbez,
Section 25,
Bob Dylan,
The Sound,
The Associates,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Toasters,
Ronan,
Neu!,
K-Klass,
Crooked Eye,
The Techniques,
the Sonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Christie,
JFA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joyce Sims,
Hashim,
Malaria!,
Das Ding,
Deadbeat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Prince Buster,
the Normal,
X-101,
L. Decosne,
The Remains,
Cal Tjader,
Sun City Girls,
Minutemen,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.