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 Kiribati and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Das Ding to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Angry Samoans,
John Cale,
The Associates,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Supertramp,
Q65,
X-Ray Spex,
The Count Five,
Eddi Front,
Ludus,
Accadde A,
The Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Barry Ungar,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marc Almond,
Ituana,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soft Cell,
Subhumans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Index,
China Crisis,
The Residents,
Oneida,
Aural Exciters,
The Star Department,
Dave Gahan,
The Barracudas,
Blossom Toes,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare,
Chris & Cosey,
Los Fastidios,
Au Pairs,
Scott Walker,
The Kinks,
Camberwell Now,
The United States of America,
Flamin' Groovies,
DNA,
Duran Duran,
8 Eyed Spy,
Underground Resistance,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nils Olav,
Drexciya,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Depeche Mode,
T.S.O.L.,
Pantytec,
Pagans,
Crash Course in Science,
The Evens,
The Divine Comedy,
Mission of Burma,
Saccharine Trust,
Jawbox,
Black Pus,
Bluetip,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.