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 Nepal and from Paris.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Newcleus to the techno 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott Heron,
The United States of America,
Blancmange,
The Vogues,
Panda Bear,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fugs,
The Stooges,
Unwound,
A Certain Ratio,
Sandy B,
Robert Wyatt,
Motorama,
Yusef Lateef,
The Slits,
Suburban Knight,
F. McDonald,
Traffic Nightmare,
kango's stein massive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lakeside,
Niagra,
Pylon,
Pagans,
Yellowson,
Rufus Thomas,
Sonic Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
Dave Gahan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Juan Atkins,
Marvin Gaye,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eden Ahbez,
The Evens,
Susan Cadogan,
Sight & Sound,
the Normal,
Junior Murvin,
Marc Almond,
The Litter,
Underground Resistance,
Au Pairs,
Audionom,
Saccharine Trust,
Whodini,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gun Club,
Michelle Simonal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Severed Heads,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Sheep,
Josef K,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.