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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Tremeloes to the rap 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
The Gun Club,
Whodini,
China Crisis,
ABBA,
The Techniques,
Kenny Larkin,
Eli Mardock,
The Fuzztones,
Steve Hackett,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Christie,
Bauhaus,
Gabor Szabo,
Amon Düül II,
Camouflage,
Lee Hazlewood,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ohio Players,
Icehouse,
Unwound,
Loose Ends,
Altered Images,
The Misunderstood,
Wire,
Jeff Mills,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scrapy,
FM Einheit,
The Durutti Column,
Soft Cell,
Los Fastidios,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pharoah Sanders,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare,
Echospace,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pantaleimon,
Peter & Gordon,
Popol Vuh,
Derrick May,
Country Teasers,
Clear Light,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
OOIOO,
Godley & Creme,
Dennis Brown,
Chrome,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Moon,
Banda Bassotti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Al Stewart,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
F. McDonald,
Deakin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arthur Verocai,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sound Behaviour,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.