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 Gambia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Peter & Gordon to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
JFA,
Nation of Ulysses,
Slave,
Lungfish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Monolake,
Warren Ellis,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Spandau Ballet,
Underground Resistance,
DNA,
The Count Five,
The American Breed,
Section 25,
cv313,
Circle Jerks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scion,
The Cure,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Martian,
Scientists,
The Litter,
The Associates,
Roxette,
Surgeon,
Severed Heads,
The Smiths,
Spoonie Gee,
The Move,
Bill Wells,
The Fortunes,
Harmonia,
Tim Buckley,
The Fall,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Moon,
Kaleidoscope,
The Real Kids,
Jacob Miller,
Lucky Dragons,
Supertramp,
Marine Girls,
Monks,
The Tremeloes,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barrington Levy,
U.S. Maple,
Prince Buster,
CMW,
Porter Ricks,
Judy Mowatt,
Sister Nancy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.