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 Luxembourg and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Groovy Waters,
Althea and Donna,
Bluetip,
Erasure,
JFA,
Donny Hathaway,
MDC,
Crash Course in Science,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moss Icon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jawbox,
D'Angelo,
ABC,
Spandau Ballet,
Ossler,
Echospace,
Lindisfarne,
Yellowson,
B.T. Express,
Jeru the Damaja,
James White and The Blacks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gories,
Theoretical Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Crime,
Motorama,
Kurtis Blow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fad Gadget,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cheater Slicks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hardrive,
June of 44,
The Real Kids,
Royal Trux,
New Age Steppers,
The Kinks,
Country Teasers,
The Birthday Party,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rod Modell,
Boredoms,
Quadrant,
Soul Sonic Force,
Can,
The New Christs,
Matthew Bourne,
Zero Boys,
John Coltrane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Popol Vuh,
the Sonics,
The Searchers,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.