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 Indonesia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the crunk 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Yaz,
The Human League,
Chris Corsano,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skaos,
Matthew Halsall,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Buckinghams,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moss Icon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ken Boothe,
Monolake,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tubeway Army,
Popol Vuh,
Pierre Henry,
Black Moon,
Pylon,
Technova,
Althea and Donna,
the Association,
Fluxion,
Max Romeo,
X-101,
The Searchers,
Flipper,
Nik Kershaw,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mummies,
The Star Department,
Babytalk,
Boredoms,
John Holt,
Avey Tare,
The Divine Comedy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ludus,
Unrelated Segments,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Massinfluence,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sällskapet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Slave,
Rapeman,
Cal Tjader,
The Associates,
The Pretty Things,
Country Teasers,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Almond,
Graham Central Station,
Malaria!,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nirvana,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.