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 Colombia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Juan Atkins,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Los Fastidios,
June of 44,
Hoover,
Arthur Verocai,
Carl Craig,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mr. Review,
Supertramp,
The New Christs,
Barry Ungar,
Alphaville,
Ralphi Rosario,
10cc,
The Velvet Underground,
Radio Birdman,
Oneida,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Von Mondo,
Ponytail,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Vladislav Delay,
The Invisible,
The Fire Engines,
Jeff Lynne,
Mantronix,
Circle Jerks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rapeman,
H. Thieme,
The J.B.'s,
Television,
Brick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Wake,
the Normal,
Sun City Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Blues Magoos,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joe Smooth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New York Dolls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultravox,
Stetsasonic,
Brass Construction,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed,
The United States of America,
One Last Wish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Flag,
Eve St. Jones,
The Real Kids,
Scan 7,
kango's stein massive,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.