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 Gambia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Model 500 to the punk 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Traffic Nightmare,
FM Einheit,
Simply Red,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cymande,
Von Mondo,
Pagans,
John Foxx,
Joe Finger,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nico,
The Fuzztones,
Buzzcocks,
Tomorrow,
Heaven 17,
Joyce Sims,
Neu!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Procol Harum,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sugar Minott,
Terrestrial Tones,
Little Man,
Vladislav Delay,
the Swans,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Techniques,
Thee Headcoats,
Fluxion,
Joe Smooth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sight & Sound,
Hoover,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crime,
The Buckinghams,
Main Source,
Sun Ra,
Clear Light,
U.S. Maple,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobbi Humphrey,
ABC,
Infiniti,
Thompson Twins,
David McCallum,
Rosa Yemen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Juan Atkins,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Black Dice,
Soft Cell,
Organ,
Inner City,
The Fortunes,
Severed Heads,
Second Layer,
Matthew Halsall,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.