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 Haiti and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Panda Bear to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Oblivians,
Isaac Hayes,
Fatback Band,
The Litter,
The Blues Magoos,
Malaria!,
Pantaleimon,
The Smoke,
PIL,
The Flesh Eaters,
Glenn Branca,
Terry Callier,
Drexciya,
Bill Wells,
The Motions,
Lower 48,
The Pretty Things,
X-Ray Spex,
Unrelated Segments,
Pere Ubu,
JFA,
Cymande,
New Age Steppers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bootsy Collins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New Order,
Popol Vuh,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare,
Ultravox,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mark Hollis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lindisfarne,
Tears for Fears,
Black Sheep,
The Evens,
Marine Girls,
Mantronix,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Donny Hathaway,
Japan,
Infiniti,
Roger Hodgson,
Trumans Water,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crispian St. Peters,
Whodini,
CMW,
Tim Buckley,
Ohio Players,
Barrington Levy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.