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 Fiji and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro 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 Average White Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Icehouse,
Bobby Sherman,
Grauzone,
Deakin,
Intrusion,
The Durutti Column,
Tomorrow,
Smog,
Neu!,
Henry Cow,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Red Krayola,
Alton Ellis,
The Stooges,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
B.T. Express,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Foxx,
Harry Pussy,
Sun City Girls,
Massinfluence,
Supertramp,
Rotary Connection,
Lalann,
Lightning Bolt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Smoke,
Lower 48,
Skriet,
Glambeats Corp.,
A Certain Ratio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gladiators,
Stereo Dub,
Jacques Brel,
Judy Mowatt,
Malaria!,
Joe Smooth,
The Moody Blues,
K-Klass,
The Cramps,
The Evens,
Bang On A Can,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Warren Ellis,
the Swans,
The Walker Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soulsonic Force,
Hashim,
Television,
Darondo,
Buzzcocks,
Alice Coltrane,
Motorama,
Gang Gang Dance,
David Axelrod,
Niagra,
Public Enemy,
Marvin Gaye,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.