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 Peru and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Spandau Ballet 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Reagan Youth,
Audionom,
The Sonics,
H. Thieme,
Newcleus,
Dark Day,
Quadrant,
Derrick Morgan,
the Slits,
The Monks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Throbbing Gristle,
MDC,
Smog,
Sexual Harrassment,
Franke,
Tropical Tobacco,
Matthew Bourne,
Juan Atkins,
Ultravox,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Sixth Finger,
The Raincoats,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Leonard Cohen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chrome,
E-Dancer,
Carl Craig,
Jeff Mills,
Lightning Bolt,
Icehouse,
Howard Jones,
Essential Logic,
Bill Wells,
The Tremeloes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Danielle Patucci,
La Düsseldorf,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Stooges,
The Techniques,
Thompson Twins,
The Five Americans,
CMW,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sam Rivers,
Agent Orange,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Donny Hathaway,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stereo Dub,
ABC,
Banda Bassotti,
L. Decosne,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cure,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.