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 Finland and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Trumans Water,
Mantronix,
Mad Mike,
ABC,
Intrusion,
Davy DMX,
Pantytec,
Charles Mingus,
In Retrospect,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radio Birdman,
Scan 7,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kas Product,
Dawn Penn,
Talk Talk,
Pet Shop Boys,
B.T. Express,
Cecil Taylor,
Mr. Review,
Ituana,
Saccharine Trust,
Agent Orange,
Rotary Connection,
Amazonics,
Anthony Braxton,
Heaven 17,
The Wake,
DJ Style,
La Düsseldorf,
Youth Brigade,
Man Parrish,
Black Pus,
Goldenarms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sonic Youth,
Fugazi,
Zapp,
UT,
Fatback Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Lungfish,
Half Japanese,
The Martian,
the Sonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Niagra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Electric Prunes,
Rufus Thomas,
Cal Tjader,
Echospace,
Quadrant,
Althea and Donna,
The Neon Judgement,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.