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 Malaysia and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Make Up to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang on a Can All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Arcadia,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
UT,
Carl Craig,
Man Parrish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moebius,
Visage,
Anakelly,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Peter & Gordon,
Roxy Music,
The Monochrome Set,
Tomorrow,
Excepter,
Pantytec,
Barclay James Harvest,
Easy Going,
Eric B and Rakim,
Absolute Body Control,
Joe Finger,
The Searchers,
Smog,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Associates,
The Smiths,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joensuu 1685,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Sherman,
R.M.O.,
Terry Callier,
Jeff Lynne,
Von Mondo,
Infiniti,
Chris & Cosey,
Young Marble Giants,
Loose Ends,
Quadrant,
Camberwell Now,
Sonic Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Saints,
Quando Quango,
Wally Richardson,
Gong,
Procol Harum,
Scratch Acid,
The Mummies,
Second Layer,
MDC,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Agent Orange,
the Human League,
Massinfluence,
Funky Four + One,
Mad Mike,
Boredoms,
Wire,
Ice-T,
Magma,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
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.