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 Kiribati and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 La Düsseldorf to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Janne Schatter,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Busters,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tomorrow,
DJ Style,
Swell Maps,
Average White Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Laurel Aitken,
Rhythm & Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Modern Lovers,
The Misunderstood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Visage,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vladislav Delay,
Sonic Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Scratch Acid,
Quadrant,
The Blackbyrds,
Chrome,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Supertramp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Donny Hathaway,
Sixth Finger,
Stiv Bators,
Radiohead,
Hashim,
Dave Gahan,
The Stooges,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Golliwogs,
Whodini,
The Beau Brummels,
The Trojans,
Joy Division,
Monks,
Schoolly D,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
AZ,
The American Breed,
Monolake,
R.M.O.,
The Buckinghams,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Wake,
Alton Ellis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wally Richardson,
Chris Corsano,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crash Course in Science,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.