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 Ukraine and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet 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 cv313 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
JFA,
Rekid,
The Velvet Underground,
Carl Craig,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Modern Lovers,
The Wake,
David Bowie,
The Monochrome Set,
Television Personalities,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Sheep,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed,
Section 25,
Malaria!,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cybotron,
The Victims,
Tomorrow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Au Pairs,
B.T. Express,
Vainqueur,
Stiv Bators,
The Moleskins,
Brass Construction,
the Normal,
The American Breed,
Donald Byrd,
Make Up,
Con Funk Shun,
Sam Rivers,
Tubeway Army,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cabaret Voltaire,
One Last Wish,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sound,
China Crisis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Clear Light,
Sarah Menescal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Henry Cow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Buzzcocks,
Basic Channel,
Quadrant,
Soul II Soul,
Sun Ra,
Ronnie Foster,
Lower 48,
Chris & Cosey,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oneida,
Absolute Body Control,
Yazoo,
The Star Department,
Barbara Tucker,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.