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 Bulgaria and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Reagan Youth to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Barrington Levy,
Interpol,
Cheater Slicks,
UT,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joy Division,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Remains,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hashim,
Alice Coltrane,
Heaven 17,
Lakeside,
The Black Dice,
Organ,
Vainqueur,
The Moody Blues,
The Red Krayola,
Echospace,
Scott Walker,
Stiv Bators,
Rakim,
The Litter,
Chris & Cosey,
Kurtis Blow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mr. Review,
Matthew Bourne,
Man Parrish,
Mission of Burma,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fortunes,
Morten Harket,
Sound Behaviour,
Magma,
Fela Kuti,
Drexciya,
Alphaville,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chrome,
Blossom Toes,
B.T. Express,
Bang On A Can,
Slave,
The Tremeloes,
The Cowsills,
Dave Gahan,
Fugazi,
Mad Mike,
CMW,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crooked Eye,
Average White Band,
Ituana,
Monolake,
The Blackbyrds,
Barbara Tucker,
Dead Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Aaron Thompson,
Carl Craig,
Q65,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.