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 Ethiopia and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Colin Newman to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jacob Miller,
Wally Richardson,
Von Mondo,
Radio Birdman,
Faust,
Cymande,
Iggy Pop,
Sandy B,
Moebius,
Howard Jones,
James White and The Blacks,
Crash Course in Science,
Theoretical Girls,
Roxette,
Jawbox,
Suicide,
Ronnie Foster,
Cluster,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flipper,
ABC,
Agitation Free,
cv313,
Adolescents,
Eurythmics,
The Stooges,
Al Stewart,
Reuben Wilson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Durutti Column,
Anakelly,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mummies,
Bush Tetras,
Camouflage,
Pylon,
Cal Tjader,
The Slackers,
Vladislav Delay,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DJ Style,
Magazine,
Godley & Creme,
Andrew Hill,
Beasts of Bourbon,
F. McDonald,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Public Enemy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Mission of Burma,
The Doors,
Spandau Ballet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Normal,
The Moody Blues,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.