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 Philippines 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 and Kerry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Donald Byrd,
Nik Kershaw,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DNA,
Gastr Del Sol,
Index,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wally Richardson,
The Litter,
Drexciya,
Skaos,
Youth Brigade,
Boredoms,
Pantaleimon,
Graham Central Station,
48th St. Collective,
the Normal,
Anthony Braxton,
Make Up,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fad Gadget,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Last Poets,
The Modern Lovers,
Wolf Eyes,
the Swans,
Vladislav Delay,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ossler,
Letta Mbulu,
The Busters,
Spandau Ballet,
Colin Newman,
Crooked Eye,
Procol Harum,
Black Moon,
Minor Threat,
Absolute Body Control,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott Heron,
U.S. Maple,
Popol Vuh,
E-Dancer,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Matthew Halsall,
Glenn Branca,
David McCallum,
Livin' Joy,
Kerri Chandler,
Eli Mardock,
Average White Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Flag,
Jandek,
Robert Görl,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Prince Buster,
The Grass Roots,
Alton Ellis,
Essential Logic,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.