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 Croatia and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Monochrome Set to the rock 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Mission of Burma,
Freddie Wadling,
La Düsseldorf,
Barbara Tucker,
Shoche,
Qualms,
Rod Modell,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter & Gordon,
Kayak,
Hoover,
Sonic Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joy Division,
The American Breed,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Au Pairs,
Dual Sessions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bluetip,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scott Walker,
June Days,
The Busters,
Erykah Badu,
The Names,
Marvin Gaye,
MC5,
Sällskapet,
Loose Ends,
Amazonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
JFA,
Lakeside,
The Evens,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Index,
Toni Rubio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gastr Del Sol,
Dorothy Ashby,
One Last Wish,
Kurtis Blow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Raincoats,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ten City,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-Ray Spex,
Sexual Harrassment,
Max Romeo,
David McCallum,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.