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 Germany and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the dance 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Fat Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Godley & Creme,
The Buckinghams,
John Holt,
Don Cherry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Panda Bear,
The Durutti Column,
John Cale,
Tim Buckley,
The Neon Judgement,
X-Ray Spex,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minutemen,
David Bowie,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Sheep,
Roxy Music,
R.M.O.,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fortunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chris Corsano,
Arab on Radar,
Spandau Ballet,
The Golliwogs,
Moss Icon,
Joyce Sims,
Crash Course in Science,
Howard Jones,
Make Up,
The Gories,
Robert Görl,
The Angels of Light,
Smog,
Theoretical Girls,
Thompson Twins,
The Selecter,
World's Most,
Suburban Knight,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dead C,
Gabor Szabo,
Angry Samoans,
Andrew Hill,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alton Ellis,
The Mummies,
Dave Gahan,
Stiv Bators,
The Pop Group,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brick,
The Smiths,
Groovy Waters,
Joensuu 1685,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rod Modell,
Oblivians,
Talk Talk,
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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.