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 Mexico and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bronski Beat to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
John Foxx,
Porter Ricks,
the Bar-Kays,
La Düsseldorf,
Delta 5,
The Modern Lovers,
Heaven 17,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Iggy Pop,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Byrd,
Monks,
Desert Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barry Ungar,
Henry Cow,
Joey Negro,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sonic Youth,
Skaos,
Tubeway Army,
Erykah Badu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Livin' Joy,
the Fania All-Stars,
The United States of America,
Y Pants,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Dark Day,
Yaz,
Mars,
Babytalk,
The Doobie Brothers,
Audionom,
B.T. Express,
The Cure,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Happenings,
The Victims,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Trumans Water,
Cluster,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fall,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hoover,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gun Club,
The Pretty Things,
Todd Terry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pagans,
Don Cherry,
Basic Channel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eve St. Jones,
The Tremeloes,
Technova,
Quantec,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.