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 Sweden and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 David Bowie 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 Bauhaus to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Thompson Twins,
Fad Gadget,
Pussy Galore,
Jandek,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Davy DMX,
John Foxx,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Monks,
Wasted Youth,
Pylon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Swans,
Liliput,
Dennis Brown,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Coltrane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Wally Richardson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roxette,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fugs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joey Negro,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DJ Style,
Oblivians,
Robert Hood,
Spandau Ballet,
Moebius,
The Star Department,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Names,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sällskapet,
Au Pairs,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fall,
The Residents,
Sunsets and Hearts,
K-Klass,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Motions,
Cybotron,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cowsills,
Minny Pops,
Gong,
Fat Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kaleidoscope,
The Martian,
Electric Prunes,
Sparks,
Buzzcocks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Moon,
Kool Moe Dee,
48th St. Collective,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.