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 Malawi and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scott Walker to the electroclash 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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Inner City,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
FM Einheit,
Ten City,
Icehouse,
Grauzone,
Joy Division,
The Mojo Men,
the Bar-Kays,
Bauhaus,
Robert Hood,
Malaria!,
Prince Buster,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Motions,
Roxette,
Blossom Toes,
Tres Demented,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Goldenarms,
Eric B and Rakim,
Letta Mbulu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skaos,
Janne Schatter,
Albert Ayler,
Interpol,
Smog,
Tim Buckley,
Matthew Halsall,
Mandrill,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Guru Guru,
Jacques Brel,
Lakeside,
Hasil Adkins,
Groovy Waters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
CMW,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter and Kerry,
EPMD,
Monolake,
Sällskapet,
Clear Light,
Brass Construction,
AZ,
Soft Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Tremeloes,
Joey Negro,
Blancmange,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Roy Ayers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yaz,
Roxy Music,
Nick Fraelich,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.