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 Australia and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Newcleus to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Lightning Bolt,
Brass Construction,
Swans,
Matthew Halsall,
Freddie Wadling,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soft Cell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Second Layer,
Alton Ellis,
Von Mondo,
Cybotron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Spoonie Gee,
Barry Ungar,
Ralphi Rosario,
Loose Ends,
The Evens,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blossom Toes,
Steve Hackett,
Circle Jerks,
Joe Finger,
The Standells,
Schoolly D,
The Pretty Things,
Eli Mardock,
Dave Gahan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultravox,
Grauzone,
Funky Four + One,
Depeche Mode,
Eden Ahbez,
Laurel Aitken,
The Black Dice,
Mo-Dettes,
The Toasters,
Youth Brigade,
Sun Ra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
B.T. Express,
Moby Grape,
Black Pus,
Fatback Band,
Charles Mingus,
Warren Ellis,
The Searchers,
Harmonia,
Blake Baxter,
The Sonics,
T. Rex,
Fat Boys,
The Smoke,
Surgeon,
Heaven 17,
Nick Fraelich,
the Soft Cell,
Eurythmics,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.