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 the UAE and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the grunge 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Cal Tjader,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Techniques,
Peter and Kerry,
Jandek,
Echospace,
Yusef Lateef,
James White and The Blacks,
Duran Duran,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soul II Soul,
X-101,
Althea and Donna,
The Real Kids,
Slick Rick,
Matthew Halsall,
Nick Fraelich,
Scrapy,
Letta Mbulu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David McCallum,
Arab on Radar,
John Cale,
the Soft Cell,
The Searchers,
Harmonia,
AZ,
Bob Dylan,
Altered Images,
Kayak,
Theoretical Girls,
Chrome,
Eli Mardock,
Black Moon,
The Doors,
Harpers Bizarre,
Basic Channel,
The Velvet Underground,
Judy Mowatt,
Rakim,
Rapeman,
Blossom Toes,
Matthew Bourne,
Absolute Body Control,
Al Stewart,
Monks,
Jawbox,
Harry Pussy,
Royal Trux,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lakeside,
Faraquet,
Erykah Badu,
Kenny Larkin,
The Durutti Column,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stiv Bators,
Sparks,
The Sonics,
Bluetip,
Franke,
Skriet,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.