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 Papua New Guinea and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Soul Sonic Force to the techno 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
cv313,
Interpol,
U.S. Maple,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chris Corsano,
Althea and Donna,
Joy Division,
John Foxx,
The Gun Club,
the Association,
Au Pairs,
The Kinks,
Sparks,
The Tremeloes,
Michelle Simonal,
kango's stein massive,
Panda Bear,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deepchord,
Spoonie Gee,
The Neon Judgement,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mark Hollis,
MC5,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker,
Don Cherry,
Brick,
The Toasters,
The Cramps,
The Birthday Party,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marvin Gaye,
Underground Resistance,
Matthew Halsall,
X-102,
John Coltrane,
Blake Baxter,
Delta 5,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare,
The Slits,
Ponytail,
Letta Mbulu,
David Bowie,
Lungfish,
Sun Ra,
The Buckinghams,
Howard Jones,
Oneida,
Curtis Mayfield,
Laurel Aitken,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sam Rivers,
Boz Scaggs,
Hashim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Excepter,
Andrew Hill,
Ronan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.