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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Michelle Simonal,
Rod Modell,
Franke,
Mantronix,
Terrestrial Tones,
Intrusion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Excepter,
Bauhaus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Moody Blues,
the Association,
Vainqueur,
The Victims,
Model 500,
Glenn Branca,
The Motions,
Zapp,
Tears for Fears,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cowsills,
Joensuu 1685,
Maleditus Sound,
Anakelly,
Gang Gang Dance,
Panda Bear,
The Last Poets,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Womack,
Electric Prunes,
T. Rex,
Gang Starr,
Faust,
Ohio Players,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Music Machine,
Yazoo,
Max Romeo,
Toni Rubio,
Schoolly D,
Talk Talk,
Jacques Brel,
Aaron Thompson,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camouflage,
The Litter,
Royal Trux,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ossler,
Young Marble Giants,
The Searchers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Erasure,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultra Naté,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
L. Decosne,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.