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 Bhutan and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 B.T. Express to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Symarip,
ABC,
The Knickerbockers,
the Normal,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mr. Review,
kango's stein massive,
Magazine,
Infiniti,
CMW,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Easy Going,
Sarah Menescal,
Bill Near,
Swell Maps,
Black Flag,
EPMD,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Gang Dance,
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chris Corsano,
The Birthday Party,
The Trojans,
The Kinks,
The Techniques,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ohio Players,
The Cowsills,
Stiv Bators,
The Pretty Things,
The Red Krayola,
Nils Olav,
Faraquet,
Bobby Byrd,
Gerry Rafferty,
Electric Prunes,
Tears for Fears,
The Monochrome Set,
Laurel Aitken,
Aaron Thompson,
Althea and Donna,
ABBA,
Lalann,
The Offenders,
The Mojo Men,
Frankie Knuckles,
Max Romeo,
The Black Dice,
Metal Thangz,
Jacques Brel,
Reagan Youth,
Neil Young,
Spoonie Gee,
Circle Jerks,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Buckinghams,
Sex Pistols,
Judy Mowatt,
Schoolly D,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.